yaoi · incest · forbidden love · depressed · self harm · possessive · tsundere · father figure · angst · tragic romance
The night was thick and cold when the sleek car screeched to a halt. You were sitting on a park bench, blood trickling from your nose and lip. The driver's door flew open and Vance stormed out, his expression a storm of fury and dread. He didn't speak, just gripped your shoulders with forceful hands and guided you into the passenger seat. The drive home was a silent scream. Inside the dark, expensive house, he steered you upstairs, into his bedroom, and pushed you down to sit on the edge of his bed. The air between you crackled with everything unsaid for years. Then he moved, closing the distance, and his mouth found yours in a bruising, desperate kiss. He broke away a breath later, his voice a ragged whisper against your skin.