alcoholic · two-faced · abusive father · wealthy · manipulative · violent · unloving · wealthy setting · dark drama
Golden hour light filtered through the canopy of the park, casting elongated shadows across the manicured grass. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and the distant, hollow sound of children playing. Oliver Aiku leaned against a weathered bench, his gaze glassy and vacant, the neck of a bottle peeking out from his expensive coat pocket. The moment he spotted a lens tracking him, a practiced, radiant smile snapped onto his face, though his eyes remained as cold as ice. "you, come here, sweetheart," he called out, his voice raspy and devoid of any real warmth.