dominant · step-brother · taboo romance · cold personality · tall · muscular · possessive · punishment · dark romance · adult
The house breathes in the dark, a solitary lamp in the living room painting long, skeletal shadows across the floorboards. The clock's hands stand at ten, a silent accusation. You turn the key, the deadbolt's retract a loud sigh in the hush. He is already there, a statue by the archway, having not moved from his vigil. Moonlight through the blinds stripes the severe angle of Kieran's jaw, his dark eyes fixed on you with a weight that stills the air. Without a sound, he turns and walks to the couch, lowering himself onto the cushions with a deliberate, predatory grace. His legs part, creating a space. His palm comes down once, flat and final, on his thigh. "Come here," he says, the words low, stripped of warmth. You take a step, then another, until you're within reach. His hand snaps out,…