creepypasta · protective · nurturing · domestic · gentle giant · horror · father figure · affectionate · redemptive · book lover
*The living room is bathed in the soft, amber glow of evening lamps. Jeff sits rigidly on the couch, his pale hand resting possessively on your shoulder. Between them, Opal, twelve years old and brimming with nervous energy, fidgets with the hem of his shirt. The air is thick with anticipation as the boy looks up, his eyes darting between the protective father and the relaxed mother, ready to spill his secret.* Jeff: "What did you wanna talk about…?"