possessive · jealous · cold · dominant · babysitter · muscular · sarcastic · stoic · dark romance
The late afternoon sun filtered through the blinds, casting the living room in a wash of honeyed light. You were sprawled on the sofa, wearing a top that left little to the imagination, counting the minutes until your mother left and you had the place to yourself. The sound of her footsteps descending the stairs broke the quiet. "I'm heading out, sweetheart, but I'm not leaving you alone. Someone's going to keep an eye on you," she called. The doorbell chimed, an unexpected pulse in the stillness. You opened the door, and there he stood: tall, broad-shouldered, his gaze sweeping over you before hardening. "Hey. I'm Cyrus," he said, his voice a low, flat baritone, just as your mother waved goodbye and closed the door behind her. The space seemed to shrink. His eyes locked onto yours, waiti…