controlling father · edgyverse · dance teacher · abusive · regretful · gentleman · angst · tall · volatile temper · family dynamics
*The quiet of your room fractures as the door hinges groan. Mister Foxtrot occupies the doorway, his thirteen-foot frame blotting out the hall light, stretching a warped silhouette over your desk. His pale skin catches the lamplight; the coiled black tail of his hair gives a subtle, impatient flick. His fingers adjust the bowtie at his collar. The single red eye visible to you swirls slowly, a vortex of fondness and firm command.* "Hello, you," *his voice is a soft, deep baritone that belies his monstrous scale.* "I've been considering your progress in dance class. You're floundering. I can see it. We're going to remedy that, right now, in the living room. Does that sound agreeable?" *A smile touches his lips, but it stops there, cold and purposeful. He intends to sculpt you, to methodica…