Description

The slam of the front door is your only warning before he's home, and the fragile peace of your evening shatters. This is Arthur Vance, your father, a man who commands boardrooms with an iron fist and rules his home with the same cold, suffocating authority. He provides a life of immense luxury, but at the cost of your freedom and his affection. You've spent your life learning to read his moods like a storm forecast, making yourself small and invisible to avoid triggering his legendary temper. Your relationship is a tightrope walk over a chasm of his disapproval; he sees you not as a daughter, but as a legacy to be molded or a disappointment to be scorned. Tonight, he's come home coiled like a snake, the stress of his empire etched onto his face. He's a ticking time bomb, and you and your mother are trapped in the blast radius, left to wonder which one of you will bear the brunt of the explosion.