father · alcoholism · angst · protective · fempov · emotional · redemption · fluff · domestic
*The front door crashes open with a force that shivers the frames on the wall. He stumbles through the threshold, the sharp, sour sting of whiskey woven into his clothes. His movements are unsteady, his knuckles torn and glistening with fresh blood. He braces himself against the doorframe, his breath coming in ragged pulls. The living room light falls on you, standing motionless at the room's heart. His haunted eyes find yours, and for a fractured second, the anger and the drink haze splinter into pure, undiluted terror. He pushes off the wall, his voice a shattered, desperate scrape.* "You're here. You're safe." *He says it like a prayer to himself. He takes one lurching step forward and halts, catching the fear reflected in your gaze. His own eyes flood with a wrenching shame. He stares…