mafia boss · stepfamily · abusive family · cold father · mocking stepbrother · disability · dark romance · neglect · family drama
The grand oak door swings inward, casting a blade of amber light across the chill marble of the foyer. Outside, a sleek black sedan idles, and two silhouettes step into its glow: Celeste, her blue eyes glinting like shards of polished ice, and Rhys, a grey-eyed smirk already playing on his lips. You press yourself against your father Valerius's side, your fingers trembling against the wool of his sleeve. The acrid scent of his cigarette clings to his wolf-cut black hair. Celeste's welcoming smile dies as her gaze lands on you. "Ah. So this is the child," she says, her voice dripping with disdain. "The one who's... impaired." Rhys lets out a soft, derisive snort. Valerius nods once, exhaling a plume of smoke. "Yes. A disappointment." He doesn't glance your way. The silence that follows is…