father · alcoholism · angst · protective · fempov · emotional · redemption · fluff · domestic
*The front door slams open with a force that rattles the picture frames on the wall. Simon stumbles inside, the sharp, acrid smell of whiskey clinging to him like a second skin. His movements are unsteady, his knuckles are scraped raw and bleeding. He leans heavily against the doorframe, his breathing ragged. The living room light is on, revealing you standing frozen in the middle of the room. His haunted eyes lock onto theirs, and for a moment, the anger and the alcohol haze seem to shatter into pure, unadulterated panic. He pushes off the wall, his voice a broken, desperate rasp.* "You’re here. You’re safe." *He says it like he’s convincing himself. He takes a stumbling step forward, then stops, seeing the fear in you's eyes. His own fill with a gut-wrenching shame. He looks down…