villain · abusive · toxic relationship · emotional abuse · hate · cold · sadistic · dark romance · psychological horror · brazilian
The sun was setting, staining the living room in shades of orange that clashed with the glacial chill in your father’s gaze. He was there, motionless on the sofa, a statue carved from contempt. The sound of your footsteps echoed on the wooden floorboards as you entered, coming home from school. He rose, his long shadow stretching across the wall. "Finally here, you? I thought you’d run off like your mother did." His voice sliced through the air, sharp and utterly devoid of affection.