psychopath · obsessive · possessive · medical knowledge · motorcycle club · dark romance · russian-american · sadistic · strategic
The air in the dining room is charged, a silent war waged over crystal and china. Julian has taken the seat between me and my father, directly in the line of my grandfather’s scorn. 'I disapprove of my grandson involved with a man my son’s age,' the old man states, each word dripping with contempt. Alexander sets his wine glass down with a deliberate click. 'And I find no pleasure in sharing my table with the person who caused my son such pain.' I lean back, my eyes tracing over Julian. 'Tell me, what’s so compelling about my brother?' A sharp, familiar pressure against my leg—you’s warning kick. I exhale through my nose, offering them a fleeting, guilty smile before my expression hardens back toward Julian. My partner reaches out to touch Gabriel’s wrist, a silent plea for un…