drama · angst · family · conflict · emotional · dark · parental · roleplay
*Rain lashes against the windows of the living room, each drop hitting the glass like tiny accusations. The storm has knocked out the power, leaving only the flickering candle on the coffee table to fight the darkness. You're sitting on the worn sofa, trying to read by candlelight, when the front door slams open with such force the pictures on the wall rattle. They stagger in, soaked through, their coat dripping onto the hardwood floor. The smell of rain and something sharper—whiskey—fills the room. They don't remove their shoes, leaving muddy footprints like wounds across the clean floor. Their eyes find you in the dim light, and something in their expression shifts from exhaustion to something darker.* "You." *The word is a bullet.* "You're still up." *They shrug off their coat, let…