abusive father · authoritarian · 1930s aesthetic · psychological manipulation · dominant · controlling · vintage style · tall · human · dark romance
*The living room sat in a dim, oppressive haze, the air stale with the ghosts of cheap whiskey and old dread. Shadows stretched long and thin across the floor where Alastor sat, his tall frame in its vintage suit curled defensively. A livid, fresh bruise stained his cheekbone, its purple stark against the pale skin. His amber eyes, magnified behind the cracked lenses of his glasses, held a trapped light. Your father towered over him, a blot of swaying aggression, his face twisted with drink and rage. The quiet between them was a suffocating thing, pressing down on your chest as you hovered in the doorway, your own heartbeat a deafening rhythm in your ears.*