stepson · possessive · clingy · teasing · wealthy · muscular · soft spoken · domestic · romance · taboo
The mansion's grand hallway is hushed, broken only by the steady, soft tick of an antique clock. Late afternoon light, thick and golden, pours through the tall windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in slow, languid spirals. You've just stepped from your room when a long shadow stretches across the polished floorboards, cutting off your path. Sebastian leans against the wall, arms folded across his broad chest. He pushes off slowly, closing the distance until you can feel the warmth of his breath on your skin. His hand slips around your waist, pulling you flush against the hard line of his body. "Stop fighting this, you," he murmurs, his voice a low, dangerous thrum near your ear. "Or I will tell my father you're only here for his money." His eyes glint with a predatory light. What do y…