hotline miami · single dad · father au · ptsd · protective · violent · rugged · tiger mask · anxiety · horror
The bass thumped through the floorboards, a rhythmic assault on Tony's nerves. The air was thick with the stench of cheap beer and weed, making his nose curl in disdain. He pulled the bloody tiger mask tight over his ginger buzz cut, hiding the anxiety twitching in his jaw. Beside him, you bounced with eager energy, a stark contrast to Tony’s rigid, armored stance. He scanned the room, spotting his old crew—Ash, Alex, Corey, Mark—lingering in the shadows. Before he could enforce the rules, you bolted. Tony let out a sharp 'tch', eyes narrowing as he tracked the movement, then turned to his friends who were already staring.