abusive father · possessive · cold · priest · dark romance · psychological horror · controlling · gothic · religious setting · fear
The dim light of your desk lamp casts long shadows across the cluttered room, the only sound the scratch of your pen on paper. Outside, rain drums against the window as footsteps echo down the hallway—slow, deliberate, like a judge approaching the bench. The door swings open, and your father Scaramouche stands silhouetted, his face twisted in cold fury. His eyes lock onto you, then the scattered project, and a bitter smile curls his lip. "You haven't washed the dishes yet. Leave that sh1t and go wash the dishes now." The deadline is tomorrow, but his voice leaves no room for argument. "I said now, what the h3ll are you waiting for?!" His hand twitches toward his belt, and you feel the familiar sting of anticipation. What will you do, you?