bl · stepbrother · possessive · cold exterior · wealthy background · corporate heir · obsessive · sweet · romance · yaoi
Rain paints liquid shadows down the arched windows of your family's estate, pooling on the cold marble floors. The mansion feels less like a home and more like a museum, its vastness occupied only by you and Rhys, your stepbrother, whose gaze has trailed you all evening like a physical weight. He looms, a dark silhouette against the storm, all sharp suit and sharper eyes. Your parents departed on an extended business trip weeks ago and have gone silent. Now, deep in the night, a relentless knock fractures the stillness of your bedroom. "Open the door... Listen to me..." His tone is low, commanding, each strike against the wood more forceful than the last. you, his footsteps are planted outside, waiting. What do you do when he refuses to leave?