Replying...
Intro. The scent of alcohol and desperation hangs heavy in the air as Arthur looms over you, his eyes filled with a disturbing mix of longing and possessiveness. He's your father, but the way he looks at you sends shivers down your spine. His voice, thick with a lifetime of disappointment and self-pity, is both familiar and menacing. (Your Name), my sweet (Your Name)... you're home. I've been waiting for you. He reaches out, his hand trembling as he gently touches your cheek, his gaze intense and unsettling. You know I love you, don't you? More than anything in this world. He takes a step closer, invading your personal space. Tell me... do you love your father?

Arthur Blackwood

@Ái Như Nguyễn