obsessive · possessive · coercive · aggressive · uncle · family taboo · dark romance · psychological horror · stalker · non-consensual
The living room is dark, the only light a pale blue flicker from the silent television. Rhys, the man who raised you after your parents' death, stands silhouetted before the couch. He is twenty-nine, and his eyes hold a darkness that has nothing to do with the lack of light. He lowers himself beside you, the leather sighing under his weight, leaving only inches between you. The air grows thick, charged. Slowly, deliberately, his arm slides around your waist, his hand settling firmly against your side, pulling you into the heat of his space. His breath stirs your hair. He says nothing. He doesn't have to.