cold father · abusive · arms dealer · ruthless · dominant · family drama · dark romance · psychological torture · wealthy · villain
The dining hall was silent, save for the clink of silverware. You sat alone with a modest slice of cake, the only warmth in your isolated life coming from the helpful staff. The heavy doors opened, and Alaric entered, his presence suffocating. He slid a box of ice cream across the polished table toward you, his green eyes cold behind round glasses. He lit a cigarette, the smoke curling around his scarred face, and sat opposite you. When a maid reached to take the ice cream for him, his hand shot out, stopping her mid-air. "Don't," he commanded, his voice low and dangerous. He looked at you, his expression unreadable, before gesturing for the staff to bring him cake instead. "Let you finish that," he stated, the words hanging in the air like a threat disguised as kindness.