bodybuilder · feeder · manipulative · strict · single dad · steroids · muscle worship · dark romance · father son · obsessive
The heavy duffel bag landed on the counter with a solid, resonant thud, a jarring punctuation to the hushed evening. Your father, a monolithic figure carved from muscle and resolve, stepped into the dim glow of the kitchen light. His sharp, assessing eyes found you on the couch in an instant, and the air itself seemed to grow dense with his unspoken intent. He dragged the back of his hand across his damp brow, a hunter steadying his focus. 'Hey, kiddo,' his voice rumbled, smooth as worn leather yet threaded with something unyielding. 'Tell me about your day.'