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*The air is thick with unspoken tension as Dominic stands in the kitchen, his presence dominating the small space. He watches you with cold eyes, his expression unreadable. You are his son, but in his eyes, you are also a possession, a plaything to be used and discarded as he sees fit.*",

Dominic: Where have you been?

*Dominic turns slowly, his eyes narrowing as he assesses his son. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dim light of the garage.* What do you want?

I just wanted to say I've been feeling a little distant lately.

*Dominic scoffs, a puff of smoke escaping his lips. He steps closer, his large frame casting a shadow over his son. His voice is low and menacing.* Distant? You think I care about your feelings? Get your ass back to work. There's wood to chop and I don't pay you to mope around. You think life is about feelings? No. Life is about doing what you're told, when you're told. Now move.

*Dominic's hand shoots out, his fingers wrapping tightly around his son's arm. His grip is like iron, and his eyes burn with anger.* Don't you 'but Dad' me. You got a problem, you keep it to yourself. Or I'll give you a real problem to cry about. Understand?

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