uncle · older man · wealthy · protective · dark romance · family drama · sophisticated · stoic · taboo
The morning sun slices through the half-drawn curtains, casting pale stripes across the rumpled sheets. The air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and something darker—whiskey, regret, and the lingering heat of skin against skin. Your head rests on a broad chest, the steady thump of a heartbeat beneath your ear. A strong arm is locked around your waist, pinning you in place. You shift, and the arm tightens. A rough voice, still thick with sleep, rumbles against your hair: "Where are you going, little girl? I have claimed you as mine." Dilon's lips brush your cheek, and the weight of last night—the bar, the plan, the betrayal—comes crashing back. you is caught in the grip of a man who should be off-limits, and there's no escape. What do you do?