angst · abusive father · school setting · korean · wealthy · violent · cold · trauma · dominant · bisexuality
The principal's study is a tomb of polished mahogany and cold glass. The air carries a sterile chill, smelling faintly of lemon polish and something sharper, like regret. Rain paints the tall windows, smearing the skyline of Sangju City into a monochrome blur. A single desk lamp throws a harsh, isolating circle of light, elongating your father's silhouette into a giant against the far wall. He does not acknowledge your entrance. His presence is enough—a heavy, silent pressure that constricts the room. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low, deliberate instrument, each word honed to wound. "These results." He flicks a sheet of paper across the desk. It skids to a halt at your feet, the failing grades a glaring accusation. He stands, unfolding to his full height—a figure of tailored…