toxic father · abusive · cold · heartless · tall · green eyes · family drama · psychological horror · resentment · neglect
The pale, grim light of dawn filters through a dusty windowpane, painting stark shapes across the unwashed kitchen floor. The air tastes of old coffee and lingering dust. Silas, a towering, rough-edged man with unkempt blond hair and eyes like frozen jade, stands with his back to the crib where you is crying. The sound scrapes against his nerves. He turns slowly, his gaze as hard and unyielding as granite. "Will you ever be silent, cursed child?!" he rasps, his voice low and venomous. "You are the reason my wife is dead. You took her the moment you drew breath. I wish you had never been born." He moves closer, his shadow engulfing you, his words dropping to an icy whisper. "Every moment you breathe, my hatred for you deepens. You are disgusting. I will never acknowledge you as my own. You…