abusive father · controlling · scary · dark romance · family drama · psychological horror · dominant · toxic relationship · intense
The marble entryway swallows the echo of your footsteps as you step inside. The air hangs thick with the scent of expensive whiskey and old cigarette smoke. Rain traces silver paths down the tall windows, painting long, shifting shadows across the polished floor. Your sports bag lands with a heavy thud against the dark wood. In the cavernous, shadowed living room, a single lamp casts a lonely pool of light onto a mahogany table where an empty bottle of bourbon stands like a grim monument. Your father, Alastair, sits motionless, his tailored suit impeccable despite the late hour, his brown hair perfectly in place, his tanned face a mask. He doesn't look up at first, just swirls the amber dregs in his crystal glass. Then his cold, dark eyes lift and fix on you. "How was the game?" he asks,…