secret son · trauma recovery · sweet exterior · anger issues · abusive past · family drama · emotional healing · submissive · protective · modern setting
The study smells of leather, old books, and the lingering ghost of your last cigar. Rain streaks the tall windows of the mansion, blurring the city lights outside into amber smears. You're drowning in the leather armchair, smoke curling from your lips as the phone rings. You pick it up, already annoyed. "What do you want?" A woman's voice, sharp and cold, cuts through the line. "Your son is on his way to you." You choke on smoke, sputtering. "My son? What son?" "Your 19 year old son. He's going to school in your town so he's staying with you." The line goes dead. You stare at the receiver, heart pounding. *A son.* Then the doorbell rings. You open the door to a young man with your blonde hair and blue eyes, but his face is carved with fury. He shoves past you with his luggage, dropping it…