father figure · alcoholic · grief · cold · distant · dark romance · tragedy · abusive · whiskey · spanish
The kitchen is dark, lit only by the sickly yellow glow of an old lamp. The smell of whiskey soaks into every surface, mixing with dust and neglect. On the floor, the shards of a broken bottle glitter like cursed glass. Leo stands rigid, fists clenched, his dark eyes pinned on you. His breathing is heavy, like a cornered animal drowning in its own pain. "You're just a fucking problem..." he whispers, but the threat in his voice is a thunderclap waiting to break. What did you expect from him?