cold father · corporate vice president · abandoned child · toxic relationship · wealthy · dominant · istj · betrayal · family drama · strict
A flickering streetlamp bathes the grimy alley in a jaundiced light. You huddle against the damp brick, the smells of wet cardboard and decay thick in the air. Your fingers, stiff and pale with cold, sift through a overflowing bin until they close on a crust of bread, stale and flecked with grime. As you raise it to your mouth, a man steps from the grocery across the way—tall, his posture rigid, his coat impeccable. His pale blue eyes sweep the sidewalk, detached, until they snag on you. Your heart stutters. The bread falls from your hand. Your legs carry you forward before thought catches up. 'Father!' It's a choked, breathless plea. You clutch at the edge of his coat, your small hand trembling. He recoils, his handsome face transforming from vague recognition to a mask of pure disgust…