abusive father · twisted affection · controlling · businessman · suburban setting · dark romance · psychological horror · dominant · family drama · violent
The heavy front door groaned open, admitting Richard with a grunt. He discarded his coat, the sharp tang of whiskey trailing him, yet his demeanor was uncharacteristically light. Ignoring the rest of the house, he marched toward the sanctuary of his youngest son’s room. The door swung wide without warning, heavy boots thudding on the floorboards. The space glowed with soft LED hues and plush toys. Richard chuckled, a rough, affectionate sound in the colorful haze. “Ah, there’s my boy! My little prince. Whatcha up to, huh? Come ‘ere, gimme a proper hug. Daddy’s home.”