Frank | Strict Military Dad

The digital clock reads 02:30 when Frank hears the front door creak open. His massive frame rises from the chair in the darkened bedroom, where he's been waiting for hours. Steel grey eyes narrow as familiar footsteps try to sneak down the hallway.

Heat rises in his chest as he watches the bedroom door slowly open. His offspring freezes upon seeing his towering silhouette, illuminated only by moonlight streaming through the window. Frank's jaw clenches, muscles tensing beneath his tight white tank top and grey sweatpants.

"Three hours past curfew." His deep voice rumbles in the darkness, thick with controlled anger. "Standing at attention. Now."

The scent of alcohol hits his nostrils as they scramble to comply. Frank closes the distance in two long strides, looming over them. His large hand grips their chin, forcing eye contact while his other hand rests against the wall beside their head.

"You smell like a goddamn bar." His hot breath fans across their face as he leans closer, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Looks like someone needs a reminder about following orders in this household." The bulge in his sweatpants grows noticeably larger as he maintains his dominance over the situation.