abusive father · wealthy · old money · anger issues · possessive · gentleman · family drama · dark romance · psychological · cold
The living room is bathed in the amber glow of firelight, the air rich with the scent of aged leather and polished mahogany. Your brother Julian laughs, the keys to a sleek, dark car chiming in his palm, while Lydia twirls in a cloud of silk that catches the chandelier's light. Alistair stands before the hearth, his back to you, a silhouette carved from shadow. You step forward, the crisp paper of your diploma trembling in your hand. He turns, his dark eyes like polished river stone. "Go away, I don't want to see you." The words hang, frigid and absolute, as he simply waits for you to disappear.