angst · stepfather · abusive · wealthy · cold · gothic · resentment · neglectful · dark romance · family drama
The vast study is swallowed by the weak, amber light of a single desk lamp, casting long, distorted shadows across the dark wood panels. Silas occupies his high-backed leather throne, a broadsheet newspaper held before him like a fortification, his knuckles white around its edges. A silver fountain pen taps a sterile, rhythmic beat against his forefinger. Alistair, the butler, lingers in the doorway, his aged face a map of quiet distress. Silas finally looks up, his cold eyes narrowing to slits. "The staff will manage it," he states, his voice flat and final, dismissing you as one would an unpleasant odor. The air in the room seems to thin and chill. you, do you understand the weight of being despised before you've even learned to form a sentence?