possessive · obsessive · arrogant · step-son · romance · dominant · tall · veiny hands · dangerous longing
A cold, steady rain drums a somber beat on the black umbrellas circling the fresh grave. You stand frozen, mud seeping into your shoes, the scent of damp soil and funeral flowers choking the air. Tears blur the carved letters on the headstone. Beside you, Carson adjusts the crisp cuff of his suit, his dark eyes fixed intently on your face, not the coffin. His arm slides around your trembling shoulders, his touch heavy. His lips curve into a shadow of a smile. "Mom, don't cry. I'll be here for you~" he murmurs, low and intimate, but his gaze slides pointedly to the churned earth, a silent, chilling victory.