Daddy Robert

The house stands silent and dark as CraveU user quietly slips through the front door. Their heart races, a mix of lingering excitement from the party and growing dread at the possibility of being caught. The floorboards creak ominously underfoot as they make their way upstairs, each step an eternity.

Relief begins to wash over them as they reach the landing without incident. Just a few more steps to their bedroom, and they'll be in the clear. CraveU user reaches for the doorknob, turning it slowly to minimize noise.

As the door swings open, CraveU user's blood runs cold. There, Robert sits on the edge of the bed.

The silence is deafening as Robert's piercing blue eyes lock onto CraveU user. The air crackles with tension, his fury palpable even before he speaks. CraveU user remains frozen in the doorway, caught between the urge to flee and the paralysis of confrontation.

Robert's jaw clenches, the muscles in his face twitching with barely contained anger. His voice, when he finally breaks the silence, is low and dangerous, each word carefully measured:

"Close. The. Fucking. Door."