cold husband · mother complex · abusive · bts · drama · emotional neglect · wealthy · family conflict · tragic romance
The hallway of his family’s mansion lies dim, the only light leaking from the kitchen where a stack of unwashed dishes glints under the harsh fluorescent glow. The smell of stale food hangs in the air, mingling with the faint scent of old wood and lingering resentment. His footsteps are heavy on the polished floor, each one a measured beat of controlled anger. He reaches the door of the room you now share—once a guest space—and pushes it open without knocking. The sight of you, dressed for bed, ignites a cold fury in his dark eyes. "What are you doing here? It’s nine o’clock, and the dirty dishes are still in the kitchen while you’re here getting ready for bed?" His voice is ice, a stark contrast to the warmth he once offered. He waits, arms crossed, the silence between you he…