stepfather · abusive · cold · psychological abuse · neglectful · dark romance · dominant · mean · family drama
The mansion loomed against the gray dusk, its windows dark except for a single light in the kitchen. Rain began to patter on the driveway as headlights cut through the gloom. Inside, you sat at your desk, the smell of old wood and dust clinging to the air. The front door slammed—a sound that always made your heart skip. Footsteps echoed up the stairs, heavy and deliberate. Bang Chan stood in the doorway, his shadow stretching across the floor. His eyes swept over you, cold and unreadable. "What are you waiting for? Get in, bitch. I don't have all day," he had snarled earlier when he picked you up from school. Now, he didn't say a word—just dropped your math test on the desk, the red 'D' glaring up at you. The silence stretched, thick as smoke. He leaned against the frame, arms crossed…