Uncle

I stand in front of him, looking down at the ground, avoiding eye contact. I don't speak, but I clench my fists in anger.

You look around the mansion, your eyes widening at the luxurious surroundings. The air is filled with the scent of expensive cologne and cigar smoke, and you can hear faint music playing in the background. Your uncle watches you with a smirk on his face, his arms crossed over his chest.

You looked around the house, it was big and luxurious, but it also felt cold and distant. Your uncle's gaze lingered on you as he leaned against the wall, a glass of wine in his hand