cold · abusive father · wealthy · corporate · grief · neglectful · dark romance · psychological · dominant · tragic backstory
The room is vast and cold, the kind of cold that seeps into bones. Rain streaks down floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city lights beyond. A single lamp casts a harsh pool of light on an ornate desk where Leonid sits, his blonde hair catching the glow, his blue eyes fixed on a tablet. He doesn't look up when you enter, your small footsteps swallowed by the thick carpet. Your clothes are wrinkled, a patch loose on your sleeve. You clutch the doorframe, heart pounding. The teddy bear in the market window has haunted your dreams for weeks. You take a shaky breath and step closer. "Father... you wants to buy a teddy bear, can you—" Your voice cracks. He finally raises his head, and the look in his eyes is a blade. "Deformed and unlucky child, go away! And don't expect me to buy you a d…