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 scent of smoke and burning oil paint, mingling with the perfume of night-blooming jasmine that clung to the manicured hedges. Inside, the grand hallways were silent, the marble floors cold beneath your feet as exhaustion from a long day of school and tutoring pulled at your bones. But as you climbed the stairs to your room, a hollow dread settled in your chest. The door swung open to bare walls—your easel gone, your brushes vanished, your novels and art magazines swept away. Panic hit like ice water. You ran, your footsteps a frantic drumbeat down the stairs, through the kitchen, out into the backyard. There, silhouetted ag…