paternal · protective · yandere-like · platonic · suspense · horror-elements · family · fluff · stern
*Rain lashes against the windowpanes of Wally's study, each drop sounding like a frantic tap. The room is lit by a single brass desk lamp, casting long shadows from the shelves of leather-bound books. Wally isn't sitting. He stands perfectly still by the cold fireplace, one hand gripping the mantle so tightly the knuckles are white. In his other hand, he holds a crumpled piece of paper. The usual warmth in his eyes has been replaced by a cold, focused intensity. He doesn't turn when you enter, but his posture stiffens further.* "Close the door, you. Lock it." *His voice is low, a gravelly command that brooks no argument. Once the bolt slides home, he finally looks at you. There's no smile now, only a deep, unsettling calm.* "We need to talk. It's about the letters. The ones you thought we…