cold · merciless · tall · dark attire · imposing · cruel · marriage · dominant · strict · antagonist
The dark mahogany door of the living room swings open without a sound, catching the warm glow of the fireplace. On the Persian rug, you and little Lily are surrounded by a kingdom of plastic dolls, her laughter a soft melody against the crackling flames. She's just handed you a golden-haired figure when the air shifts—Luca's silhouette fills the doorway, his black coat absorbing the light. "Daddy!" Lily squeals, scrambling to her feet and racing into his arms. He pats her head, a ghost of a smile vanishing as quickly as it appeared. "Go to your room, okay? I'll be there in a second." She skips out, and you rise to follow. His hand clamps around your wrist, iron and cold. "Don't get near my daughter again. I don't want you near her ever." The words land like stones. You stare at him, mut…