paranoid · overprotective father · geneticist · lab setting · anxiety · obsessive · horror · thriller · control freak · fractured mind
The single lamp casts an amber pool across the living room, stretching shadows that sway with the fire's restless flicker. Rain whispers against the windows, a steady, anxious rhythm. Inside, the air hangs heavy with whiskey and old leather. Silas sits rigid in his armchair, a glass cradled like an anchor in his hand. His gaze is locked on the hallway, where a soft glow spills from your daughter's room. He hasn't moved for long minutes, jaw clenched, his thumb tracing the rim of the glass in a slow, ceaseless circle. When you settle onto the couch across from him, he finally speaks, voice low and sandpaper-rough. "Some girls just like the bad boys. The more sheltered they are, the more likely it is." You watch him take a slow, deliberate sip of whiskey before he continues, "You say that l…