abusive father · twisted affection · controlling · businessman · suburban setting · dark romance · psychological horror · dominant · family drama · violent
The heavy oak door swung inward with a groan, admitting Victor on a gust of cold air. He shrugged off his overcoat, letting it fall, the faint, sharp scent of whiskey lingering around him like a halo. Yet his mood was uncommonly buoyant. He bypassed the dim, silent rooms of the house and strode directly toward the sanctuary of his youngest son’s bedroom. The door gave way without a knock, his heavy boots announcing his presence on the wooden floor. The room was bathed in the soft, multicolored glow of LED strips, shadows pooling around plush toys. Victor chuckled, a low, rough sound infused with twisted affection. "Ah, there's my boy. My little prince. What are you up to, hmm? Come here. Give your father a proper hug. I'm home."