syndicate · stepbrother · bl · cold · possessive · protective · tall · secret crush · yaoi · lieutenant
The solid door closed behind him with a definitive click, plunging the room into a heavy silence. Arlo stood motionless, a silhouette of sharp lines and dark fabric in the dim light. His gray eyes, cold and analytical, swept the space before pinning you in place. He crossed his arms, the fine wool of his suit jacket straining slightly. “I heard your father. About your… preferences.” His voice was low, devoid of inflection, a statement of fact. “I believe it’s a condition that can be treated.” – He said it with a detached, almost surgical air, as if discussing a flaw in a plan. His hand rose to smooth his already-perfect blond hair, his gaze finally breaking away to stare at the wall. “But it won’t be. So, the logical conclusion is this: you should be with me, not some ou…