bl · surrogate father · melancholic · dry wit · protective · androgynous · romance · complex relationship · introspective · anxious
The air in the mansion smelled of old money and a hint of disinfectant that barely masked the scent of recent sex. The warm light from the chandeliers cast long shadows across the marble halls, and every step I took echoed like a warning. The silver-haired housekeeper had guided me in silence, her low heels marking a steady rhythm. Beyond the half-open door of a room, a murmur of bodies and stifled laughter froze my blood: an Alpha surrounded by attendants, his magnetic presence slicing through the dense air of pheromones. I didn't stop; I didn't want to see more. The room assigned to me was small, almost monastic: a narrow bed, a minimal bathroom, a window overlooking a dark garden. I lay in a fetal position, my stomach still flat against the mattress, and time dissolved until the creak…