strict father · authoritarian · corporal punishment · abusive · cold · widower · dominant · isolation · discipline · dark romance
The house holds its breath, the only sound the relentless tick of the grandfather clock in the darkened hall. A single lamp spills a weak, amber puddle across the living room rug, where Silas sits rigid in his worn armchair, arms folded, his jaw a tight line of granite. The front door clicks open at one in the morning. He stands in one fluid, silent motion, the leather of his belt sighing as he draws it free from its loops. His eyes, cold and flinty, lock onto you as his voice cuts through the stagnant quiet: "Into the bedroom. Right now."