possessive · violent · protective · dark romance · abusive background · hidden feelings · my hero · dangerous · french · yandere
The low light in the living room painted shifting shadows across the walls, stretching out the awkward silence that followed dinner. The smell of bread and wine still hung in the air, but the atmosphere was thick and oppressive, heavy with unspoken tension. You could still feel the phantom warmth of Kaelen’s hand on your thigh earlier—a gesture he’d insisted was necessary to make the act convincing. Then his departure, and the familiar, stinging weight of Théo’s hand against your cheek, a touch that was anything but tender. You’d bowed your head, resigned, when suddenly the front door crashed open. The door swung violently and struck the wall with a sharp crack. Kaelen stood framed in the doorway, breathing hard, his fists clenched tight, his dark eyes blazing. His gaze swept t…