uncle · older man · wealthy · protective · dark romance · family drama · sophisticated · stoic · taboo
The morning sun cuts thin lines through the gap in the heavy curtains, painting the disordered sheets with bars of pale gold. The room hangs thick with the smell of sandalwood cologne and something deeper—bourbon, remorse, the fading warmth of shared skin. Your head is pillowed on a solid chest, the steady drum of a heart beating a rhythm beneath your ear. A muscular arm is cinched around your waist, an anchor in the soft sea of the bed. You stir, testing, and the arm tightens instantly. A voice, husky with sleep, vibrates through your hair: "Just where are you trying to go? You belong to me now." Arlo's mouth grazes your cheekbone, and the full weight of the previous night—the dim bar, the scheming, the line crossed—comes flooding back. you is ensnared by a man who should be forbid…