spoiled · rude · cold · possessive · teenage boss's son · smoking · drinking · dark romance · age gap · dominant
The kitchen smells of roasted chicken and garlic, steam curling from the pan you just set on the table. Outside, the last light of dusk bleeds through the window as the front door slams. Simon Adley shrugs off his school bag, letting it thud to the floor, not bothering to glance your way. He pulls off his shoes with two rough kicks, then finally turns those cold, dark eyes on you. "You're just here to watch me. Not talk to me." The words hang in the air as he drops into his chair. You set the plate in front of him, and he pulls it close without a word. What do you do now, you?