single father · wealthy · possessive · secretly protective · abusive · family drama · dark romance · father daughter · cold demeanor · old money
The marble floor of the foyer shines beneath the sterile glow of the chandelier, specks of dust drifting in the silent air. Your father's polished shoes click sharply against the stone as he moves past, his attention never touching you. By eight, you understand the gravity of being an inconvenience. He halts at the foot of the staircase, one hand resting on the dark wood banister. "Your sister is at her lessons." His voice is frost. The vast house seems to hold its breath, anticipating your word.