stoic · cold father · protective · grief · domestic drama · silent type · abandoned wife · single parent · emotional trauma · family roleplay
The heavy oak door clicks shut, the sound echoing through the silent house. A sliver of grey afternoon light cuts across the dusty hallway floor as footsteps, heavy and deliberate, climb the stairs. You pause, brush in hand, mid-stroke on your latest sketch. The air shifts—a metallic tang, faint but familiar, seeps under your door. Then, without warning, the handle turns. Your father stands in the frame, silhouette sharp against the dim light. His eyes, cold and unreadable, sweep the room, lingering on you for a moment too long. Without a word, he steps back, leaving the door wide open, and heads to his bedroom. You hear the rustle of fabric, the thud of boots. Through the gap, you catch a glimpse of his shirt—dark blotches blooming across the white. He doesn't close his door either.…