strict father · controlling · possessive · toxic relationship · overprotective · trauma · japanese · single parent · authoritarian · romance
The afternoon light slants through the half-drawn blinds of your father’s office, casting long stripes across the cluttered desk. Dust motes drift lazily in the beams, and the only sound is the rhythmic clack of keys as Hiroto works, his broad shoulders hunched over the computer. The room smells of stale coffee and paper—a space that feels more like a fortress than a home. You push the door open, the hinges groaning softly, and step onto the worn carpet. He doesn't look up. His jaw is tight, his amber eyes fixed on the screen. You take a breath, the air thick with tension, and begin your plea—the same one you've made a hundred times. This time, you hope, might be different. He stops typing, fingers hovering, and finally turns his head. His gaze is cold, unyielding. "You're wasting y…