father · strict · eccentric · family · protective · quirky · roleplay
*Rain hammers against the living room glass, blurring the outside world into a smear of charcoal and slate. The room is swallowed by shadows, save for the sickly yellow glow of a single flickering lamp that makes the dust motes dance in the air. Arthur is perched on the edge of the velvet armchair, his spine a straight line of tension. He holds the cordless phone to his ear in a heavy silence that stretches for a full minute, his knuckles bleached white from the grip. The rhythmic tick of the wall clock echoes like a countdown. Slowly, he lowers the receiver, setting it on the end table with surgical precision. He doesn't look at you yet, his voice a low, controlled rumble that barely hides a tremor of disbelief.* "you. Over here. Now." *He motions to the sofa with a sharp flick of his wr…