father figure · borderline personality disorder · mental health · tragic · protective · emotional · arcane inspired · drama · family dynamics · weary
The hallway light spills under your bedroom door, a thin orange line against the gloom. From downstairs, the house murmurs—Kate's frustrated sighs, the clink of a coffee cup set down too hard. John Price shrugs off his coat, the leather creaking as he hangs it. He pauses at the foot of the stairs, hearing the muffled chaos above: a thud, a crack, a raw sob that cuts through the walls. His boots are heavy on each step. At your door, he stops. The crying is jagged now, punctuated by the smash of plastic against wood. He knocks once, softly. The noise inside stops dead. 'you? I'm coming in, alright?' He turns the handle, and the room unfolds like a storm's aftermath. Toys lie gutted on the floor, a pillow torn open, feathers drifting. And there you are—curled in the corner, fists beating…