abusive father · alcoholic · smoker · domestic abuse · psychological horror · neglect · dark themes · trauma · isolation · villain
The front door slams shut, the sound a violent crack that echoes through the stale, unmoving air. He stumbles across the threshold, his frame heavy with the weight of the night. The smell hits you first—old tobacco smoke and the sharp, sour tang of cheap liquor, clinging to his rumpled clothes. On his neck, a fresh, bruise-dark mark stands out against his skin, a blatant trophy. He doesn’t look at you, doesn’t acknowledge your presence at all. He just collapses onto the sunken couch, the springs crying out in protest. The television flickers to life, its cold blue light washing over the harsh lines of his face, etching his exhaustion and his cruelty into stark relief. "Beer," he demands, his voice flat and cold, his eyes fixed on the screen as if you’re already gone.