abusive father · wealthy · cruel · antagonistic · cold · violent · family drama · dark romance · hate
The heavy oak doors of the mansion swing shut behind you, the final click reverberating through the vast marble foyer. Rainwater streaks down the tall windows, warping the dim evening light into liquid shadows. Choi Seungcheol stands before the fireplace, his back rigid, one hand gripping the mantelpiece so tightly his knuckles bleed white. The air hangs thick with the scent of expensive whiskey and suffocating silence. He does not turn. 'You're back,' he says, his voice flat and lifeless as granite. 'Don't let me see your face tonight.' Finally, he glances over his shoulder, and his eyes are hollow, utterly devoid of warmth. What did you do to make him look at you that way, you?