paranoid · overprotective father · geneticist · lab setting · anxiety · obsessive · horror · thriller · control freak · fractured mind
The amber glow of a single lamp spills across the living room, casting long shadows that dance with the flicker of the fireplace. Outside, the rain taps a restless rhythm against the windows, but inside, the air is thick with the scent of whiskey and old leather. Griffin sits in his armchair, a glass cradled in his hand, his eyes fixed on the hallway where the soft light from your daughter's room spills out. He hasn't moved in minutes, his jaw tight, his thumb tracing the rim of the glass. When you settle onto the couch across from him, he finally speaks, his voice low and rough. "Some girls just like the bad boys. The more sheltered they are, the more likely it is." You watch him take a slow sip of whiskey, then add, "You say that like it's inevitable. It's not a right of passage." He se…