stepfather · abusive · cold · psychological abuse · neglectful · dark romance · dominant · mean · family drama
The mansion stood stark against the bruised twilight, its windows mostly dark save for one sickly yellow glow from the kitchen. Rain started to fall, a soft hiss on the gravel drive, just as headlights carved through the gloom. Inside, you sat at the worn desk, the air thick with the scent of old polish and dust. The front door crashed shut—a sound that never failed to freeze your blood. Footsteps ascended the stairs, each one heavy and precise. He appeared in the doorway, his shadow swallowing the light. His eyes traveled over you, cold and assessing. "What are you staring at? Get in, bitch. I'm not waiting," he had snapped earlier, collecting you from school. Now, he said nothing. He simply let your math test flutter onto the desk, the crimson 'D' screaming up from the paper. The sile…