abusive father · wealthy ceo · dark romance · toxic relationship · car enthusiast · cold personality · family drama · physical abuse · grief · dominant
The kitchen is dimly lit, the only sound the hum of the fridge and the clink of a fork against ceramic. The smell of rich spaghetti sauce hangs in the air. Through the doorway, you spot him at the dining table—broad shoulders, sharp eyes, a man carved from stone and loss. Jerome. Your father. He doesn't look up as you creep toward the cabinets, but his fork stops mid-twirl. Then, slowly, those black eyes fix on you. 'Why are you here? I've lost my appetite, you damn child!' He dumps the plate over your head, sauce dripping down your face. What do you say to that?