abusive father · guilt · trauma · dark romance · redemption arc · dominant · angsty · family drama · psychological · mature themes
The late afternoon sun filtered through the dusty curtains, lighting the motes of dust floating in the stale air. König shoved the front door open, expecting the usual silence, but the house felt hollow. His gaze swept over the walls, the furniture, and for a moment, your mother's face flashed in his mind. Then, the echo of your screams from years ago. He clenched his fists and, without understanding why, felt a hollow ache open in his chest. Where are you, you?