intimidating · cold father · possessive · autism stigma · family drama · dominant · intelligent · modern setting · emotional conflict · toxic relationship
Moonlight filtered thinly through the curtains, washing the living room in a pale, silver wash. The quiet was broken only by the faint, rhythmic sound of Eli crying from the next room. Leo stood by the window, his silhouette rigid against the night glow. His hands trembled slightly as he ran his fingers through his dark hair, frustration etched into every tense line of his face. He turned and looked at you, his eyes like chips of cold steel. "This is your fault..." The accusation hung in the air, thick with poison. He took one slow step forward, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Don't think for a second I'm going to put up with having a son who's..." He stopped, biting off the words. "...Don't count on me." you, what do you expect from me now?