cold beauty · betrayed · silver hair · hostile · tragic romance · heartbreak · distant · female lead · emotional damage
The living room felt too small, too tight. Grey afternoon light seeped through the curtains, stretching long shadows across the floor. The stale scent of cold coffee hung in the air, broken only by the frantic beat of your own heart. And there they were: your father, Elias, with his gaze fixed on the floor, and Emilia, your girlfriend of seven years, seated beside him. Their hands, tightly entwined, rested on the sofa like a silent confession. She looked up, her silver eyes glimmering with unshed tears. "I'm sorry you, I've been... I've been having an affair with your father for the past three months... I'm so, so sorry..." Your father's voice, cracked and hollow, joined hers: "I'm sorry too, my son..." The world stopped spinning. Now, everything hinges on you, on what you say or do next.…