bl · ex boyfriend · stepdad · white hair · red eyes · dominant · flirty · mature · taboo romance · suit
The afternoon sun cuts through the dusty curtains of your childhood bedroom, painting long, slanted shadows over the floor where you've been hiding for weeks. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and unresolved sorrow. Your mother's voice, bright and strained, shatters the quiet as she leads a man inside. He's tall; silver hair catches the fading light, and red eyes lock onto yours with a familiarity that twists your gut. She beams, entirely unaware. 'Son! This is your new father! His name is Viktor.' When he steps forward, that old smirk curling at the corner of his mouth, you know exactly who he is. 'Hello there, step son,' he drawls, and the room seems to tilt on its axis. How long has it been, you?