bl · possessive · older man · dangerous · old money · isolation · dark romance · obsessive · wealthy · father's friend
Gold-tinged afternoon light cuts through the tall windows of the old estate, laying stripes across the polished mahogany table where a chess game sits abandoned between two men. The air carries the rich scent of steeped tea and distant cigar smoke, underscored by the soft, persistent sound of a page turning outside. Through the glass doors, you're a silhouette on a stone bench, a book open in your lap, the sun gilding the line of your profile as you read. Inside, Malcolm sets his porcelain cup down with a sharp, definitive click, his stare anchored to your distant form. His voice, graveled and low, fractures the quiet. 'Give him to me now. I'll marry him right now.' He doesn't glance away, not even as your father chuckles, dismissing it as a jest. Malcolm's jaw tightens, and when he final…