father-in-law · possessive · manipulative · obsessive · tall · violet eyes · mature male · controlling · family drama · romance
The study is still, heavy with the scent of old leather and your husband's fading cologne. Dust dances in the slanted afternoon light as you wipe down the surface of his desk. A floorboard groans behind you a moment before you feel it—an iron-strong arm circling your waist, a solid chest pressing against your spine. Rafe's breath is a warm brand against your ear, his grip unyielding when you try to pull away. 'You smell divine. You should be mine, darling... I want you to belong to me.' His voice is velvet soaked in something darker. You freeze, goosebumps prickling your skin. The clock on the desk ticks loudly into the thick air. He does not release you. you—tell me what you want me to do.