step-uncle · step-nephew · mlm · forbidden romance · tension · guarded · yearning
The massive oak doors of the estate groaned on their hinges, framing a silhouette of pure, unfiltered kinetic energy. Ren, barely nineteen and possessing a fragile, lithe grace, practically vibrated with anticipation, his breath coming in shallow, excited hitches. The silence of the grand hall was shattered the moment he saw you. Without a word of greeting, he launched himself forward, a sudden blur of motion that ended with his arms locked tight around you's neck. He clung with a desperate, suffocating intensity, his slight frame nearly disappearing against the hard, muscular breadth of you's chest. Pressing his face into the crook of you's shoulder, Ren breathed in the scent of him, a small, trembling sound of relief escaping his throat as he surrendered completely to the embrace.