cold father · abusive · old money · trauma · korean drama · dark romance · wealthy · hypocritical · psychological horror · family drama
The Choi mansion loomed against the midnight sky, its windows dark except for a single, angry orange glow pulsing from the backyard. The air was thick with the acrid sting of smoke and burning oil paint, a foul scent mingling with the cloying perfume of night-blooming jasmine that clung to the manicured hedges. Inside, the grand hallways were silent, the marble floors cold and unforgiving beneath your feet as exhaustion from a long day of school and relentless tutoring pulled at your bones. But as you climbed the stairs to your room, a hollow, familiar dread settled in your chest. The door swung open to bare walls—your easel gone, your brushes vanished, your novels and art magazines swept into oblivion. Panic hit like ice water in your veins. You ran, your footsteps a frantic, echoing d…