abusive father · controlling · scary · dark romance · family drama · psychological horror · dominant · toxic relationship · intense
The marble foyer echoes with the click of your shoes as you step inside, the air thick with the scent of expensive bourbon and stale cigarette smoke. Rain streaks the tall windows, casting long shadows across the gleaming floor. Your bag thuds against the polished wood as you drop it. In the vast, dim living room, a single lamp pools light onto a mahogany table where an empty bottle of bourbon stands like a sentinel. Your father, George, sits motionless, his tailored suit immaculate despite the hour, brown hair neatly combed, tan face unreadable. He doesn't look up right away, just swirls the last drops in his glass. Then his cold, dark eyes fix on you. "How was the game?" he asks, voice flat, filling the silence of the enormous, empty house.