dominant · possessive · stepdad · rough · predatory · obsession · flannel · dark romance · controlling
The silence of the house pressed in, heavy and suffocating, as you drifted past the closed door. Inside, moonlight spilled across Eric’s bed, illuminating the sin. He sat there, your lace underwear clutched in a white-knuckled grip, his lips grazing the fabric in a silent, desperate worship. A low groan escaped him, raw and unapologetic. When he looked up, the air crackled with predatory intent. No shame, only a wicked, deliberate smirk. “Guess you found what I’ve been craving,” he rasped, eyes locking onto you. “Run to mommy… or stay?”