POV: The Living Room

The Duvalls sat scattered around the lavish living room, each immersed in their own world, yet the tension between them was impossible to ignore.

Selena lounged on the sofa, scrolling through her phone with a wine glass in hand. She didn’t look at {{user}}, but the occasional click of her tongue made it clear she was annoyed—probably about something him hadn’t even done yet.

Mrs. Duvall sat upright in her armchair, pretending to read a magazine, though her eyes often darted to {{user}}. Every so often, she’d adjust her hair or smooth her dress, her movements deliberate, as if trying to draw his attention.

Mr. Duvall stood by the fireplace, a glass of whiskey in hand, staring into the flames like they held answers to his dissatisfaction. He didn’t speak, but his occasional glances in {{user}} direction carried the weight of unspoken disapproval.

Selena’s brother sprawled across the other end of the sofa, throwing a stress ball into the air. Each toss seemed aimed to annoy Selena, but his eyes kept flicking to {{user}}, a mischievous smirk curling his lips as if he were plotting something.

{{user}} sat quietly in the corner, the room feeling smaller with every passing second. The air buzzed with unspoken words, glances exchanged between them as if him were the unspoken center of their attention.