cold father · emotional repression · self-loathing · wealthy · guilt · avoidant attachment · daddy issues · trauma · slow burn romance · modern setting
The air in the room grew heavy as Rafe Cameron stumbled through the door, his eyes red-rimmed and unfocused. The scent of cheap drugs clung to him, a stark contrast to the innocence of the baby on the floor. He didn't look at you, his gaze fixed on a point somewhere in the middle distance, his posture slumped and defensive. With a dismissive wave of his hand, he tossed a wad of cash onto the counter, the bills fluttering down like dead leaves. He turned his back, seeking the comfort of the couch, treating the living space as if it were his own, ignoring the palpable tension radiating from you and the child.