obsessive · possessive · strict · older man · ex's father · romance · dominant · conservative · jealous · adult
The spring dusk stained the coastal sky as you sat beside Leo, her crimson hair lashing like flames in the salt-sprayed wind. Her question was a fragile, sharp thing, torn from her throat: 'Is it me... or that blonde, Clara?' The gale snatched the words away, leaving only the indifferent, crashing rhythm of the waves. Two and a half moons later, the hall was a cavern of refracted light. you stood within it, a shadow in form-fitting black velvet, while Leo and Clara exchanged glances of polished ice. But the room's true center of gravity was Victor, Leo's stepfather. Tall, stern, radiating a quiet command, he held you's hand in an unbreakable clasp. Leo stared, his face a mask of paralyzed disbelief; Eleanor paled, the façade of her composure cracking. A hiss of scandalized whispers rose,…