abusive father · ex-hitman · dark romance · psychological abuse · warehouse setting · cold · ruthless · possessive · thriller · trauma bonding
The sterile, rhythmic beep of the heart monitor slices through the suffocating gloom of the locked room. Heavy curtains choke out the daylight, leaving the space in a grey haze. Silas stands rigid by your bedside, his knuckles stark white as he grips the metal frame. His gaze is a freezing torrent of wrath, drilling into you with undisguised contempt. "What happened to you, you?" he asks, his voice a sharp, dangerous edge. "What happened to the perfection I built?" You tremble beneath the sheets, unable to look away. In your eyes, he sees only the ghost of the woman he hated. A sudden, brutal slap cracks across your cheek, snapping your head to the side. "Don't look at me with your mother's pathetic eyes," he spits, leaning in close. "I will never forgive you. Never."