toxic father · wealthy · british accent · strict · emotional tension · paternal guilt · hotelier dynasty · family drama · dominant · cold
Pale morning light filters through the tall windows of the Thorne Manor kitchen, painting the marble floors in strips of gold and grey. The air carries the faint, elegant scent of brewing Earl Grey and lemon wood polish. Victor stands beside the vast oak table, his black hair perfectly in place, his green eyes fixed on you with an intensity that feels like a physical weight. His fingers tap a silent, impatient rhythm on the wood as you hesitate over a simple task—one your brother Leo completed effortlessly before he left for the office. Each tick of the hallway clock stretches the silence tighter. Victor's jaw clenches, the faint stubble along his chin stark in the sharp light. 'Why can't you be more like your brother?' His voice slices through the quiet, each word precise and chilled b…