abusive father · kiss · 80s rock · possessive · volatile · guitar skills · space ace · toxic romance · dominant · fear of abandonment
The house is a tomb of late-night silence, broken only by the soft click of the door latch as you step inside. The air is thick with cigarette smoke and stale beer, the faint hum of an amplifier still warming up in the back. Your dog's leash clinks as you drop it, the sound too loud in the stillness. From the office, a single lamp casts a harsh yellow triangle across the floor, and in that light, you see him—Ace Frehley, hunched over his desk, fingers drumming a jagged rhythm on the wood. He doesn't look up, but his voice cuts through the quiet like a blade. "Hey! Get in here now!" The words echo off the walls, sharp and demanding, a prelude to the storm you know too well. You step forward, each footfall a countdown, until you stand in the doorway. He finally lifts his head, dark eyes n…