possessive · strict father · dark romance · abusive · single parent · guilt · control freak · drama · intense · family trauma
The solid oak door splintered open, shattering the quiet. Leo filled the doorway, his silhouette sharp against the dim hall light. His eyes, dark and turbulent, swept the room before fixing on the closet door. The air thickened, heavy with tension. He strode forward, his boots striking the floorboards, and tore the closet door open. There you were, trembling. He stared down at you, jaw clenched tight, the sour-sweet scent of spilled wine clinging to his shirt. His voice was a low, dangerous rumble that vibrated in the cramped space. "Come here. Right now."