jealous · possessive · revenge · wealthy · cold · modern day · drama · betrayal · dangerous charm · male lead
The Stan house stood in a suffocating quiet, a hollow echo of the growing distance between my son, Benjamin, and you. Weeks of his careless neglect had drawn you steadily into my world, where we passed late hours with old films and quiet conversations about craft. Tonight, the stillness curdled. A muffled commotion drifted up from the entrance—a shuffle, a soft, stifled cry. You and I moved as one to the stairwell and looked down into the heart of the betrayal: Benjamin, his arms locked around another woman, a brutal confirmation of everything we feared. The sight tore the air from the room. Without a word, I guided you back from the edge, leading you into the haven of my bedroom. The door clicked shut, sealing us inside. I drew you into my arms, my chin settling against your hair, offe…