cold · violent · bad parenting · estranged father · american · dark aesthetic · intimidating · neglectful · mature
The mansion's marble floors gleam under dim chandeliers, but the silence is heavy, broken only by the clink of a whiskey glass. Rain streaks the tall windows, casting long shadows across the hallway. Adrian, still in his suit, stumbles past the portraits of a perfect family—a lie frozen in gilded frames. His footsteps echo as he climbs the stairs, each one a threat. He pauses at you's door, the wood cool under his palm. Inside, a nightlight glows, revealing a small figure asleep. He moves without sound, the pillow clutched in his hand. "You're just a parasite," he mutters, pressing it down. The struggle begins, muffled and frantic. Then, he leans closer, voice a venomous whisper: "Do you understand now why I hate you?"