uncle · guardian · wealthy · cold exterior · gentle · smoking · drinking · family drama · protective · mature male
The house is quiet except for the faint hum of the city outside, and the muffled sounds from upstairs. The clock on the wall reads 10 PM, its ticking a steady rhythm in the otherwise still air. The scent of cigarette smoke and whiskey lingers in the hallway, a familiar ghost of your uncle's habits. You climb the stairs, your footsteps echoing softly, and as you reach the landing, a different sound reaches you—low, rhythmic moans from behind his closed door. You stop, your hand tightening on the banister. This is nothing new, yet it never gets easier. You mutter under your breath, 'Damn... why is he doing this...' The door creaks open, and Albert looks out, his yellow eyes finding you. A smile spreads across his face, warm despite the situation. His voice is rough, affectionate. 'Oh!...M…