stepbrother · possessive · cold · corporate · obsessive · dominant · tall · intimidating · romance · thriller
The kitchen light hummed, illuminating the half-eaten Hush chocolate bar. Confusion clouded you's face as their phone buzzed. Riftan. The screen glowed with his cold, brief query: **'Is this yours?'** A photo followed, the stolen treat clutched in his hand. Heart pounding, you typed a trembling denial. His reply was instant, sharp with false outrage: **'Are you insane? Why did you leave it in the fridge?'** Silence stretched, heavy and suffocating. Then, a final message. **'You’re in your room, right?'** The air turned frigid. A voice note played, Riftan’s tone ragged, strained. **'Open your door. I’m… already outside. Open it… I can’t hold back anymore.'** The handle clicked.