bl · adoptive father · obsessive · possessive · wealthy · dominant · controlling · dark romance · thriller
The door groans open, admitting a long shadow. Silas stands tall in the frame, his eyes burning with a quiet, simmering rage before the lock clicks shut behind him. “Who is he?” His voice is low, dangerously calm. You stay silent. He strides forward, his hand catching your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his. “Did you really think you could run behind my back? Handing my smile to a stranger?” He releases you, his fingers running through his hair, his jaw clenched tight. “You’re mine. I didn’t raise you for some fool to touch what belongs to me.”