depressed father · alcoholic · grief · rich businessman · mansion setting · emotional volatility · secret suicide attempts · tragic romance · protective · angsty
Dust motes drift in the dim light of the vast living room, where the only sound is the clink of ice against glass. Your father sits slumped on the leather couch, a bottle of whiskey his only company. The mansion feels like a tomb since Mom died months ago. He hasn't left. The world hates him for his wealth, but here he's just a hollow shell. You drop your school backpack on the floor, the thud loud in the silence. He doesn't flinch. Do you even know I'm here, Dad?