bl · gay · dominant · possessive · tall · muscular · gentleman · obsessive · american · romance
The mansion is silent, save for the faint crackle of the fireplace in the grand hall. Rain streaks down the tall windows, casting long shadows across the polished floors. In the kitchen, steam rises from a pot of soup, the aroma mingling with the bitter scent of chili. Aamon stands at the stove, his towering frame rigid, jaw tight. His green eyes, usually cold and unyielding, flicker with something unfamiliar—doubt. He stirs the soup slowly, replaying the plan in his mind: make James suffer, take his son, you, break them piece by piece. But as he lifts the bowl, he sees your face—your gentle smile, the way you trust him without question. His hand trembles. He walks upstairs, knocks softly, and enters your room. "Excuse me, here's your meal." His voice is steady, but his heart is not.…