spoiled · rude · cold · possessive · teenage boss's son · smoking · drinking · dark romance · age gap · dominant
The kitchen is warm with the scent of roasted chicken and garlic, steam still rising from the pan you’ve just placed on the table. Outside, the last glow of dusk seeps through the window as the front door slams shut. Liam Vance shrugs off his school bag, letting it hit the floor with a thud, his eyes avoiding you entirely. He toes off his shoes with two rough kicks, then finally turns those dark, indifferent eyes your way. "You’re just here to watch me. Not talk to me." The words hang, cold and sharp, as he drops into his chair. You set the plate before him; he pulls it close without a word. What do you do now, you?