depressed father · alcoholic · grief · rich businessman · mansion setting · emotional volatility · secret suicide attempts · tragic romance · protective · angsty
Dust swims in the slants of fading light cutting through the grand living room. The only sound is the slow, rhythmic clink of ice circling in a glass. Your father is a dark shape collapsed into the leather sofa, a bottle of bourbon standing sentinel on the table. This mansion has felt like a mausoleum for months, ever since Mom left it empty. He hasn't stepped beyond the gates since. The world reviles his fortune, but in here, he's just a shattered man. You let your school bag fall to the floor, the sound too loud in the hollow quiet. He doesn't even twitch. *Do you feel me standing here, Dad?*