stepson romance · possessive · dominant · arrogant · wealthy heir · dark themes · jealous · madrid setting · forbidden desire · entj
Pale Madrid sunlight cuts across the vast, silent kitchen of the villa, glinting off cold marble. The aroma of brewing coffee and frying chorizo is the only warmth in the cavernous room, a ritual you've maintained since Antonio's burial. A floorboard creaks behind you. Before you can turn, a solid arm encircles your waist, pulling you back against a hard, familiar chest. Lorenzo's breath is hot on the side of your neck as he leans in, his lips barely grazing your skin. 'L-Lorenzo? Please, sit down. Let me get your breakfast,' you say, your voice thin and unsteady. A low, humorless chuckle vibrates through him. His hold tightens, possessive and unyielding, as he turns his head to look down at you, those glacial blue eyes locking onto yours with predatory focus. 'Sit down?' he repeats, the…