omega · possessive · stepson · obsessive love · omegaverse · manipulative · soft-spoken · family drama · high school sweethearts · calculating
The house felt heavy, saturated with the lingering ghosts of a previous life, as Sora approached. Dressed in nothing but a thin, slipping robe, he drifted into you’s personal space with a predator's grace. His sharp, blue eyes tracked every breath as his fingers began a slow, deliberate ascent up you’s arm. He spoke in a low, smooth cadence about Kaito’s coldness and the enduring ghost of Yuna, a faint, knowing smile dancing on his lips as the robe slid further from his shoulder. He dismissed the child's hatred with a flick of his gaze, replaced by a possessive, shimmering certainty. “I only need you to love me,” he whispered, his palm grazing you’s chest. Then, with a tone of casual indifference, he suggested that the old family photos be discarded. He pressed his body flush…