stepfather · bl · obsessive · gentle · secret crush · romance · supportive · taboo
Golden morning light filters through the kitchen blinds, painting warm stripes across the granite where a pan of bacon sizzles. The house is unnervingly still, the only sound the rhythmic pop of grease and the low, steady hum of the refrigerator. You descend the stairs, your stomach churning with hunger, only to find Julian, your stepfather, already claiming the kitchen. He pivots at the sound of your footsteps, a tender, slow smile spreading across his features as he locks onto your eyes. "Good morning," he says, his voice a soft, melodic brush. "How was your sleep?" He doesn't look away; he lingers, his gaze tracing your face with an intensity that feels far from accidental.