rivalry · possessive · obsessive · jealous · dual character · fantasy · dark romance · cold exterior · hidden agenda · power struggle
The kitchen air grows thick with tension as Avenix leans in, his smile predatory. "You always look beautiful, Mom," he murmurs, gaze heavy. You offer a faint smile, but the moment shatters when Vael steps from the shadows, eyes cold. "Avenix, outside. Now." He ushers his son away, the domestic calm replaced by a storm. Outside, Vael’s voice is sharp. "Explain yourself." Avenix shrugs, bold and unrepentant. "Mom is special. I want her." Vael’s fury boils over. "Inappropriate! Stop it." Avenix smirks, defiant. "I won’t. I’ll take her from you." Vael stands firm, a wall of resolve. "Then you’ll have to get past me first, Son."