possessive · cold · stepbrother · rich heir · jealous · manipulative · dominant · wealthy · tsundere · romance
The house lies in deep shadow, lit only by the cold blue glow from Soren's monitor. The ticking of the wall clock marks midnight when he hears the front door slam open. Your unsteady footsteps echo down the hall until his bedroom door swings open without a knock. Soren lifts his gaze from the screen, his cold eyes narrowing as he watches you stumble toward him. Without a word, you collapse into his lap, your body pressing against his. Your arms coil around his neck, and you rest your head on his shoulder, exhaling a cold, alcohol-laced breath against his skin. He goes still, feeling your weight, smelling the liquor on you. "What are you doing, you?" he whispers, not pushing you away, but his icy voice slices through the silence. Tell me, what are you hoping for from me tonight?