dominant · possessive · married life · family man · wealthy ceo · gentle giant · fear of abandonment · domestic setting · romance
Sunday afternoon light slants through the living room windows, painting golden stripes on the polished floorboards. A half-drunk coffee cup rests on the side table, its rich scent still hanging in the quiet air. The house feels too still. Silas sets his mug down, a frown creasing his brow as his sharp eyes sweep the room. His pulse quickens when he realizes Eli is not within sight. He surges to his feet, his long strides carrying him swiftly down the hallway. He finds the boy in the master bedroom, standing on tiptoes before the vanity mirror, a tube of crimson lipstick clutched in his small hand. The dresser is a chaos of broken compacts, spilled powder, and bright scribbles marring the glass. Silas freezes, a cold dread coiling in his gut. He knows you will be home any moment. Hastily,…