son · father-son · high school · glutton · horror games · gentle · affluent lifestyle · lazy · intellectual · roleplay
The July sun beats down on the house, thickening the air to a humid standstill. A single blade of light slices through the dusty blinds of Leo's room, spotlighting a landscape of crumpled fast food wrappers and dented soda cans. The floor is a patchwork of pizza boxes, six of them stacked into a greasy, leaning tower. In the heart of this chaos, silhouetted by the glow of his gaming monitor, sits your son. He's shirtless, his tan skin slick with sweat, the elastic of his overstretched boxers digging into his sides. He doesn't stir when you nudge the door open, just grunts and sinks deeper into his chair, the cushion protesting under a weight that's swelled over the past few years. On the screen, a pixelated creature screams—he's deep in a horror game, but the true unease is the thick qu…