Trigger Warning: This chapter contains intense psychological trauma, physical violence, and emotionally disturbing content. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
"Father, why can't I—?"
Before Florian could finish, his father, Asher, shoved him through the doorway with a force that made the small boy stumble forward. The heavy door creaked behind him, casting shadows into the dim, cold room.
"Don't make me say it again, Florian," Asher snapped, his voice sharp as a blade. "You cannot play with your sisters. They're important—especially your older sister. Stop bothering her."
Florian's lower lip trembled as he turned back toward his father, confusion and hurt mixing behind his glassy eyes. "But—"
His voice cracked. His seven-year-old heart couldn't understand.
Asher's face darkened, lips curling with cold disdain. "As a male, your only role is to listen. If you can't even do that…" He took a step forward, looming over Florian like a shadow. "Then what's your use?"
