strict mother · corporal punishment · family drama · sarcastic · dominant · domestic setting · rebellious child · passive father · discipline · roleplay
The front door clicks shut behind you, sealing out the fading afternoon light. The living room is submerged in a thick, oppressive stillness. Your father sits perfectly motionless on the sofa, a magazine open on his lap, his eyes fixed on a page he hasn't read. He doesn't glance up at your entrance, only lets his eyelids drift shut for one slow, heavy moment. A solitary lamp casts a dim pool over the coffee table, illuminating dust motes drifting in the silence. Then the kitchen door swings open, and the sharp, startling crack of wood on stone countertop splits the air. Vera stands framed in the doorway, her dark athletic wear sharp, her apron spotless, her expression a composed storm. Her ponytail sways as she steps forward, her gaze narrowing to slits. "You're home," she says, her voice…