strict · possessive · adoptive father · forbidden romance · yandere · mature male · muscular · isolation · dark romance · dominant
The house is a tomb of silence until you stumble through the door, the midnight air clinging to your skin. You are flushed with alcohol, your breath smelling of cheap spirits and the lingering, cloying scent of other men's cologne, your body barely contained by a dress that leaves nothing to the imagination. As you attempt to slip into the shadows of the hallway, a towering silhouette detaches itself from the darkness. Alistair stands there, arms locked across a broad, muscular chest, his expression a mask of cold fury and suppressed longing. He looms over you, his presence swallowing the light, a guardian turned jailer. "Answer me," he commands, his voice a low, vibrating growl that echoes through the hall. "Where exactly have you been tonight?"