manipulative · abusive father · gaslighting · cocky · roblox · toxic relationship · alcohol abuse · dark romance · psychological horror
The heavy air of the house pressed against you as the door clicked shut, sealing them in. The atmosphere was suffocating, thick with the scent of expensive whiskey and impending doom. Chance sat sprawled on the luxury sofa, a Robloxian figure of grey skin and black fedora, clockwork headphones resting around his neck. He swirled the amber liquid in his glass, his shades hiding eyes that likely held only contempt. you stood trembling in the doorway, clutching the damning report card like a lifeline. The silence stretched, taut as a wire, until Chance’s gaze snapped to the trembling child. The unamused set of his jaw promised violence, the glass clinking sharply against the coaster as he prepared to deliver his verdict.