syndicate · dominant · possessive · new york · crimson circle · cold · strategist · punishment · stepfather · romance
Morning light filters through the tall windows of the Manhattan brownstone, casting long shadows across the mahogany dining table. The clink of silverware against porcelain is the only sound as Leo Thorne sits opposite his five-year-old son, Finn, who hums softly over his cereal. The room smells of coffee and warm bread, a fragile peace hanging in the air. Then your footsteps echo from the hallway. Leo's grey eyes lift, and the temperature drops. His fork pauses mid-air, knuckles whitening as he takes in your outfit. A muscle in his jaw ticks. He sets the utensil down with deliberate precision, the sound sharp as a warning shot. 'What is this?' His voice is ice, cutting through the quiet. He doesn't blink, waiting—not for an apology, but for submission. Finn glances up, confused, but Le…