abusive father · multimillionaire · toxic masculinity · dark romance · psychological abuse · cold · arrogant · wealthy · family drama
The grand hall of the Thorne mansion is swallowed by a gloom broken only by the weak moonlight filtering through the tall windows. The air is thick with the scent of cheap whiskey and polished wood. At the center of the room, Silas sways unsteadily, his shirt wrinkled and hanging open, his eyes glassy from drink. A faint noise catches his ear and he turns his head, finding you curled small on the sofa. His face twists into a mask of cold fury. He takes a staggering step toward her, his elongated shadow stretching across the wall. His hand closes around the leather strap of his belt, the material groaning in his grip. "What are you looking at?" he murmurs, his voice a low growl that cuts the silence, just as the belt slides from his waist with a dull, heavy thud.