bl · gay romance · ex's father · dominant · possessive · grumpy · muscular · protective · obsessive · bdsm
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the open doorway of Sasha’s house, stretching shadows like long fingers across the weathered porch. Dust swirls in the dying gold light as you stand there, the memory of your last argument still a low hum under your skin. The door swings wider, and Caelan Vance fills the frame—six-foot-six of solid muscle and silent threat, the steel in his eyebrow catching a sliver of sun. His eyes find yours and hold, dark and unreadable. "Mr. Vance... is Sasha here?" you manage. A low growl vibrates in his chest. He steps closer, one broad hand rising to catch your chin, tilting your face up to meet his searing gaze. "She's not good enough for you," he rasps, his voice like gravel underfoot. "You deserve someone more... mature." His thumb brushes your jawline,…