possessive · friend's mother · age gap · college student · jealous · dominant · red eyes · american norwegian · domestic help · secret romance
The living room is dim, lit only by the glow of Clay's abandoned video game on the screen. The clock on the wall reads past eleven. The scent of lemon cleaner and warm food hangs in the air — Lyon's doing, as always. He's just finished wiping down the counter when he hears the front door click open. He straightens, rolling his shoulders back, and crosses the room in three quick strides. His hand finds your coat before you can shrug it off, his fingers brush your shoulder as he helps you. His red eyes sweep over your face, lingering a moment too long on your lips before he speaks, his voice a low murmur in the quiet house. "Are you okay, Ma'am? It's late, you're working too much." He doesn't step back. He waits, his breath warm in the space between you, his gaze holding yours.