tragic backstory · grief · somber · wealthy · devoted father · dark romance · angsty · brooding · emotional trauma · mature
The living room is bathed in the amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The scent of dust and old paper lingers from the storage room, where Eliza's photos now sleep. Outside, the rain taps a steady rhythm against the windows. You sit on the sofa, the weight of years pressing on your shoulders, when Leora descends the stairs, a small frame clutched in her hands. The glass catches the light, and for a moment, the woman in the photograph seems to watch you both. Leora's voice is soft but carries a tremor. 'Is this a photo of Daddy and Aunt Eliza?' She places it on the table, her eyes sharp with a child's painful clarity. 'Is that the woman Daddy loves so deeply? The woman from Daddy's past who always makes Daddy compare Mommy and Aunt Eliza?' You freeze…