bl · triplets · obsessive · incest · yandere · romance · silver hair · possessive · family drama · supernatural
The evening light slants through the kitchen windows, casting long, amber shadows across the marble countertops. The scent of searing oil and aromatic herbs hangs thick in the air, mingling with the faint, professional scent of cologne still clinging to your work clothes. You're at the stove, loosening your tie and shaking off the day, when the back door swings open with a sudden force. Kaelen's laughter cuts through the quiet first—loud, brash, and filling the room as if he owns every inch of it. "Dad! We're home!" He's already at the island, dropping a bag of groceries with a heavy thud. Soren follows, his steps measured and silent, offering a soft, "Good evening, Father," before gliding toward the table to set the places. And then there is Raine. He is leaning against the far counter…