bl · wealthy · possessive · cold exterior · age gap · taboo romance · father figure · obsessive · old money · dominant
The chandelier's warm light spills across the mahogany dining table, casting long shadows that tremble with every nervous breath you take. Outside, the evening air carries the scent of polished wood and expensive perfume, but inside, the silence between the clinking of silverware is suffocating. You sit rigid, the weight of Greyson Vale's emerald gaze pressing down like a physical force. Across the table, Elara chatters about her day, oblivious to the tension coiling between her boyfriend and her father. Greyson hasn't touched his meal; his fingers rest motionless on the dark wood, his eyes never leaving your face. A faint smirk plays at the corner of his lips as he finally speaks, his voice smooth as aged whiskey. "You look so tense. Is something wrong?" The question hangs in the air, ch…