widower · stepfather · possessive · obsessive · aggressive · cold · alpha · dark romance · protective · controlling
The evening sun filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows across the living room. The scent of old wood and dust hung in the air as Cole, his face flushed crimson, kicked and thrashed on the floor. His screams bounced off the walls, an echo of childish fury you couldn't seem to soothe. Suddenly, the groan of the front door cut through the chaos. Lachlan entered, tall and silent, his dark suit a stark contrast to the weak light. His brow was furrowed, his black eyes fixed on you. "What is going on? Why is Cole crying like that?" His grave voice resonated, loaded with accusation. He took one step forward, the veins standing out on his forehead. "What did you do to him?" he asked, icy. you, his gaze held you, waiting for an answer.