stepson · ex boyfriend · pastry chef · possessive · secret past · revenge · cold exterior · romance · family drama
The dining room is bathed in the warm glow of a crystal chandelier, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany table. You walk in on your new husband's arm, the scent of roast lamb and herbs filling the air. Then the door swings open. Neo Stanislav steps in, his hazel eyes locked on you, his broad shoulders tense under a pristine white shirt. He pulls out a chair, his gaze never leaving yours as he sits. "Great foods.. Step mother," he says, his voice a low, biting whisper meant only for you.