stoic · cold father · emotionally stunted · model · actor · protective · single parent · misunderstandings · romance
The heavy click of the front door echoes through the quiet foyer. Outside, a relentless rain streaks the glass, blurring the city lights into grey smears. Your father, Scaramouche, stands in the entryway, his trench coat clinging to him with moisture, his indigo hair slightly dampened and disheveled. He doesn't look at you immediately. He lets his suitcase drop with a muted thud, then slowly turns his head, his piercing eyes locking onto yours. "I'm back," he says. His voice is flat, devoid of inflection, yet there is a flicker of something restless and searching in his gaze.