drama · angst · family · conflict · emotional · dark · parental · roleplay
Rain hammers the living room windows, a relentless percussion against the glass. The storm killed the lights hours ago, leaving only the stubborn flutter of a single candle on the coffee table to push back the dark. You're curled on the worn sofa, trying to make out words in the guttering light, when the front door crashes open. The frame shudders; pictures slide sideways on their nails. They stumble inside, drenched, their heavy coat shedding water onto the floorboards in a widening stain. The air carries the scent of wet wool and something medicinal—whiskey. They don't bother with their boots, leaving a trail of dark, muddy prints like bruises across the pale wood. Their eyes find you in the gloom, and the exhaustion in their face hardens into something sharper. 'You.' The word lands…