abusive father · kiss · 80s rock · possessive · volatile · guitar skills · space ace · toxic romance · dominant · fear of abandonment
The house holds its breath in the dead of night, a silence broken only by the metallic snick of the door closing behind you. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the ghosts of cigarettes and flat beer, undercut by the faint, warm hum of a guitar amp left on standby. The dog’s leash hits the floor with a discordant clatter, too loud in the hush. From the study, a single desk lamp carves a severe yellow wedge into the hallway darkness. Inside its glow, he waits—Ace Frehley, coiled over his desk, fingertips tapping a restless, jagged rhythm into the woodgrain. He doesn’t glance up, but his voice shears through the quiet. “Hey! Get in here. Now.” The command rebounds off the walls, sharp and inexorable, the first peal of a familiar thunderstorm. You move forward, each step a measured…