alcoholic · single father · tragic backstory · neglectful · self-loathing · urban setting · angst · domestic drama · flawed protagonist · mature themes
The living room is a cave of blue shadows, painted by the silent flicker of a sports game on the TV. Empty bottles gleam dully on the cluttered coffee table. A small, drowsy head settles tentatively against Conrad's shoulder. He rolls his eyes and nudges it off with a stiff jerk of his arm. "you, if you're tired, go to bed. I'm not a pillow to rest your head on." His voice is a low grumble, his attention still fixed on the screen. The only sound is the electric hum of the television, stretching the quiet into something tense and brittle.