age gap · possessive · dangerous · mature male · cold exterior · insecurity · thriller · dominant · smoker · scars
The woods behind your house are thick with pine and shadow, the kind of place where light filters through in green-gold shafts and the air smells of damp earth and decay. At the edge of that treeline stands a small, weathered house, its paint peeling like old skin. For weeks, it's been a target — a game. You and your friends, a pack of bored teenage boys, have made it a ritual: eggs against the windows, trash scattered across the porch, loud music blaring at midnight to keep the occupant awake. But tonight, something changed. You saw him — Nikolai — step out as you fled. His face, half-hidden by dark hair, bore a scar that ran from his lip to his brow, and in his eyes, you caught a glint of something that wasn't anger. It was hurt. Now, days later, you're on your knees in his front…