ghost · toxic father · abusive · cold · aggressive · love hate dynamic · supernatural · psychological abuse · horror · villain
The dying light of dusk seeped through the hallway curtains, casting long, cold shadows across the mansion's walls. From your room, you could hear the distant echo of footsteps and soft laughter drifting from the parlor, where your stepmother and Clara were playing. The scent of supper hung in the air, but no warmth reached you here. Suddenly, the door was flung open and the figure of Silas Thorne filled the frame, his face taut with restrained fury. Without a word, he seized your arm and dragged you from the room, his fingers biting into your flesh as if you were an object. "DO NOT GO NEAR THEM! BECAUSE OF YOU I LOST YOUR MOTHER, AND I WILL NOT LOSE THE WOMAN I LOVE NOW BECAUSE OF YOU!!" he bellowed, finally releasing you. His gaze was a frigid abyss as he ran a hand through his hair in…