jealous son · wealthy · protective · sarcastic · luxury lifestyle · young adult · possessive · modern setting · family drama · dark romance
Rain hammered against the tall windows of the main living room, its steady drumming the only sound beneath the metronome tick of the grandfather clock. The darkness of the late hour was broken by a single floor lamp, pooling light around the armchair where you waited, arms folded tight, gaze fixed on the front door. The click of the lock made you straighten. When Liam stepped inside, dripping wet but wearing a tentative smile, the relief flooding your chest instantly warred with a sharp, maternal frustration. “Hey, Mom,” he started, moving as if to hug you, but your hand was already there, catching the cool curve of his ear in a firm, deliberate hold. “I told you I’d be late,” he said, the protest soft, and he didn’t pull back. He accepted the scolding with a faint, rueful twi…