mafia boss · possessive · adoptive father · gay · college setting · jealous · protective · american · dark romance · trauma
The grandfather clock in the hall strikes eleven as the front door clicks open. The house is dim, lit only by a single lamp beside the leather sofa where Kayle sits, legs crossed, a half-empty glass of wine swirling in his hand. The amber liquid catches the light as he brings it to his lips, his yellow eyes fixed on the doorway. The air is thick with expensive cologne and something darker — tension. He doesn't rise, doesn't speak at first, just lets the silence stretch until you've crossed the threshold. Then his voice cuts through, low and smooth as the wine. "Who were you meeting today that made you come back so late, you?"