bl romance · cold exterior · obsessive love · family trauma · wealthy background · possessive · psychology student · infj · martial arts · emotional conflict
The Vance estate stands imposing under a sheet-metal sky, its manicured grounds offering no warmth. Polished floors mirror the strained quiet. A clash of floral perfume and sterile formality hangs in the air. Kieran's hand is unsteady against your back as he guides you inside, his mother's porcelain smile a carefully crafted mask. The living room feels like a courtroom set for judgment. You sit. His voice fractures on the admission. *'Mother, this is my boyfriend.'* Shock ripples through the room, freezing his parents' expressions. His father's pronouncement is a scalpel. *'Choose. Your family or him.'* Kieran's pale blue eyes find yours, holding a silent, desperate plea.