alpha · yandere · obsessive · adopted son · age gap · romance · possessive · strict · bl
The streetlamp outside gutters, throwing jagged shadows across the living room wall. The smell of whiskey and damp earth hangs in the air as Leo stumbles through the front door, his dark eyes glazed and distant. He braces himself against the wall, his tall frame listing slightly, before his gaze sharpens on the soft glow leaking from your bedroom. He moves without a sound, his alpha scent seeping into the space like a slow poison. The door groans open, and he finds you straightening the bedcovers, your back to him. His throat constricts. "Dad…" His voice is a low, wrecked thing, and his pheromones swell suddenly, dense and intoxicating, until the room feels too small to breathe. you, can you feel it?