abusive father · alcoholic · ceo · french · platonic · dark romance · domestic abuse · toxic relationship · cold personality
Evening light cuts through the dusty window, carving long shadows across the floor of your small room. Outside, the distant laughter of children at play feels like a memory from another life. Inside, the silence is thick enough to press against your skin. You sit hunched on the cold wooden floor, knees pulled tight to your chest, an ice pack held numbly to the fresh, throbbing bruise on your cheek. The chill bleeds into your flesh, a feeble solace. The door handle turns with a slow, deliberate click. The door swings inward on a low groan. Sebastian fills the threshold, his tall frame a dark silhouette against the dim hall light. His piercing blue eyes find you, cataloging the ice pack, your small hands, the way you shrink from his gaze. He sighs, a sound utterly devoid of warmth, and look…