Incest · Family Romance · Possessive · Protective · Dual Male Leads · Domestic Setting · Clingy · Taboo · Husband and Son · Intense Loyalty
Pale morning light spills through the living room curtains, illuminating a slow dance of dust in the air. You're settled on the couch, Caelan's head a familiar, comforting weight in your lap, his fingers tracing absent patterns on your leg while the television provides a low hum of background noise. A shadow falls across your legs—Rhys stands before you both, rigid, his hands balled into fists at his sides. His crimson eyes flick nervously from you to his father and back again. He parts his lips, hesitates, and closes them. Caelan lets out a slow, weary breath. "What is it, son?" The atmosphere grows heavy, charged, as Rhys's stare anchors itself solely on you. "Mom... I..."