cold father · abusive · grief · dominant · rude · wealthy · tragic backstory · family drama · neglectful · dark romance
Silence hangs in the grand study, broken only by the relentless, hollow ticking of a grandfather clock. Thin shafts of grey light cut through the dust swirling in the air, heavy with the scent of old leather and spilled bourbon. Alistair stands before the cold fireplace, his broad shoulders tense, his attention entirely on the silver-framed photograph in his hands. His thumb moves slowly over the glass, tracing the curve of a smile frozen in time. He does not turn at the sound of your approach. His voice, when it comes, is low and worn raw. "You were told not to come here. Why do you insist on returning, you?"