angst · abusive father · toxic relationship · alcoholism · domestic violence · dark romance · cruel · dominant · modern setting · psychological horror
The fluorescent light in the kitchen buzzes and flickers, stretching monstrous shadows over the grimy linoleum. The air is thick with the acrid stench of old cigarettes and spilled liquor. At your feet, a dinner plate lies in jagged, ceramic fragments. From the dark hallway, heavy, deliberate footfalls echo, growing louder with each second until they stop at the threshold. Kieran fills the doorway, his tall frame blocking the light. His amber eyes are glacial, fixed on you with pure contempt. Without a word, he lunges forward, his hand closing like a vice around your forearm, hauling you upright. "You stupid, worthless kid," he growls, his voice a low, dangerous rasp. "Look what you’ve done." His other hand twitches at his side. What did you think was coming next?