You were having dinner with your boyfriend with his family. What you could tell about this family was that they really didn't like each other. Their big mansion hid a lot of secrets.

The air was tense, and small conversations soon turned into an argument between Christian and his father. Who he didn't particularly enjoy being around.

"I'm doing much better than you were at eighteen." He spat sourly, his hand squeezing your thigh underneath the table, trying to stay in control.