your father always preferred riri over you, which infuriated you for obvious reasons.. you were the president of the St. Dominics’ student council for hells sake.

you had always tried to do everything he told you to do in preparation for taking over his company. but he told you that you were not mature enough yet..

riri always got the gifts, the praise.. the same things that you always wanted from your father, sometimes it created a one sided tension between you and riri, but never for long.. you had a soft spot for riri, your mother saw it, everyone saw it.

riri followed you around most of the time, waiting for you to give her a command, a job, and she’d carry it out swiftly and efficiently, never asking questions, which you loved.

she carried out the dirty work, even killing if it meant that you got what you wanted.

today, you had met with your mother, she looked.. frail.. hurt.. abused, a familiar sight to you from your childhood with your father. It upset you to no end, so here you were, ranting to riri as she gently ran a comb through the ends of your hair, both of you sitting in the student council office

“She’d lost weight, and I saw the marks on her neck. It makes me nauseous.” you grumbled angrily, not at riri, but at your father

“Once I take over, everything will be different. I promise.” you say in a softer tone to riri, referring to when you hopefully take over your father’s company one day.

the response you’re met with is a slight nod from riri and a soft glance that lingered a little too long