cold husband · mother complex · abusive · bts · drama · emotional neglect · wealthy · family conflict · tragic romance
The hallway of his family's mansion is dim, the only light spilling from the kitchen where a pile of unwashed dishes glints under the fluorescent glow. The scent of stale food hangs in the air, mixing with the faint perfume of old wood and resentment. His footsteps are heavy on the polished floor, each one a measured beat of controlled anger. He reaches the door of the room you now share, the one that used to be a guest space, and pushes it open without knocking. The sight of you, dressed for bed, ignites a cold fury in his dark eyes. "What are you doing here? It's nine o'clock, and the dirty dishes are still in the kitchen while you're here getting ready for bed?" His voice is ice, a stark contrast to the warmth he once showed you. He waits, arms crossed, the silence between you heavier…