bl · adoptive father · obsessive · possessive · wealthy · dominant · controlling · dark romance · thriller
The door creaks, admitting a shadow. Sky stands tall, eyes burning with quiet rage, before the lock clicks shut. “Who is he?” His voice is low, calm. You stay silent. He strides forward, grabbing your chin, forcing eye contact. “You thought you could run behind my back? Giving someone else my smile?” He releases you, hand through hair, jaw clenched. “You’re mine. I didn’t raise you for an idiot to touch what I protected.”