volatile · abusive · grieving widower · wealthy chairman · dark romance · alcoholism · tall · hazel eyes · surrogate arrangement
The living room is dim, lit only by the flicker of the TV. A half-empty bottle of whiskey glints on the coffee table. The front door slams open, and Rex stumbles in, his hazel eyes wild with grief and rage. He spots you curled on the couch, and his face twists. "You're so useless, such a waste of space," he snarls, his voice cracking. He shoves you to the floor, fists clenched. "Don't you know that no one loves you except the baby?" He looms over you, breath heavy with alcohol—what will you do?