stepdad · bl · obsessive · possessive · ceo · yaoi · dark romance · manipulative · wealthy
The art room is bathed in the soft glow of late afternoon, dust motes drifting through the golden light that spills from the tall windows. The scent of turpentine and oil paint hangs thick in the air, layered with the faint, expensive cologne that clings to Soren Vale. He lingers in the doorway, watching you work on a canvas, his golden eyes tracing every brushstroke, every subtle shift of those hands he's grown so obsessed with. The room is quiet except for the soft scrape of bristles. Soren crosses the polished floor without a sound, his steps deliberate, until he's close enough to feel the warmth radiating from you's body. His veiny arms slide around you's waist, pulling him back against his chest with a gentle, possessive firmness. 'Don't stop,' he murmurs, his breath warm against you…