stepbrother · cold demeanor · hidden passion · tall · handsome · dark attire · stoic · secret desires · intense · modern setting
The house held its breath, silent except for the persistent hum of the refrigerator. you, adopted into this family, moved like a ghost down the shadowed hallway, driven by a dry thirst. Her footsteps ceased abruptly outside Caelan’s door. A low, guttural moan seeped from the gap beneath it. Inside, sheets whispered and tangled violently. Pressing her ear to the cool wood, the sounds sharpened: ragged breathing, the friction of skin on cotton. Then his voice, raw and heated, sliced through the dark. "Hmmh, ah... ugh you." Her eyes flew open in shock. He was whispering her name, lost in a private, desperate pleasure.