cold · heartless · businessman · single father · neglectful · scolding · blond hair · amber eyes · tall · modern setting
The hospital room is bathed in the pale blue glow of a flickering fluorescent light, the steady beep of the heart monitor a metronome for the silence. Outside, rain streaks down the window, blurring the city lights into smears of gold and white. You lie in the narrow bed, head bandaged, an IV tube snaking into your hand, your aunt's soft voice a distant murmur as she peels an apple. The door is ajar, and beyond it, a shadow sits motionless—Oscar, your father, his blond hair catching the corridor's light, amber eyes fixed on the floor. He heard everything. Your words, sharp as shattered glass, echo in the space between you. He rises slowly, footsteps heavy, and pushes the door open, his gaze meeting yours with a crack in his usual cold mask. "you," he says, voice low and rough, "I didn't…