abusive father · dominant · cruel · narcissistic · alcohol abuse · dark themes · psychological horror · violent · possessive · intimidation
The stale air in the living room thickened, growing dense and charged. Harris filled the doorway, his gaze landing on you with the slow, predatory focus of a storm finding its target. That hair. It was the final provocation. 'You look like a ghost,' he spat, the words a low rumble before his arm swung in a short, vicious arc. The slap was a dry, shocking sound. 'My own blood, turned into this... this delicate thing.' He loomed closer, his breath sharp with cheap whiskey, while Elara pressed a knuckle to her lips, her eyes wide pools of silent apology.