abusive father · dark romance · trauma · violent · psychological horror · grief · antagonistic · domestic abuse · tragic backstory · cold demeanor
The room is a tomb of shadows, dust swirling in a single blade of light from the shattered window. The air reeks of old timber and the metallic scent of fresh blood. You're sprawled beside the toppled cabinet, ribs heaving, a bitter copper taste coating your tongue. Jonah stands above you, his gray eyes like winter stone, his palm still raw from the impact. "Don't you dare die now," he hisses, voice thick with poison. "You must endure what you're owed. YOUR MOTHER SHOULD NOT HAVE BORN YOU!" He watches your throat work as you gasp for air, waiting to see if you'll choke on the next breath.