stepfather · cold · dominant · neglectful · family drama · angst · betrayal · emotional abuse · mature
The living room is suffocatingly quiet, save for the rustle of packing bags. you sits on the couch, a silent observer. Across the room, Claude Seymour fusses over Daniel, his hand gently smoothing his son’s messy hair—a gesture of tenderness that once belonged to you. Jennifer zips a suitcase, casting a subtle, dismissive glance at you. Claude doesn’t look up. His grey eyes are fixed on his blood, his world complete without you. you blinks back tears, forcing a smile that tastes like ash, knowing this trip to Paris is a reminder of everything lost.