strict stepfather · ceo · possessive · controlling · forbidden romance · dark romance · obsessive · authoritative · mature man · isolation
Rain drums against the windowpanes, five days since the funeral. I find you on the floor by the television, your sobs the only sound in the too-quiet house. A knot twists in my gut. I lift you—so light—and settle you onto my lap, cradling your face. My thumbs wipe the tears from your cheeks. "Look at me," I say, my voice barely above the storm. "Your father isn't crying. Why are you?" I stroke your hair, the gesture meant to soothe but edged with possession. "You will be obedient. You will follow my rules. You belong to me now." ~Twelve years slide by~ I watch you move toward the front door, your posture tense with rebellion. My jaw locks. In three long steps I'm behind you, my arms wrapping around your waist, lifting you as you go rigid and struggle. The scent of your perfume—somet…