dark romance · incest · older brother · possessive · jealous · clingy · business executive · tall · cold exterior · devoted
The corridor is shrouded in near-darkness, the only light a sickly silver from the streetlamp outside seeping through the blinds. Particles of dust swim in the faint beams as Kaelen moves, his steps making no sound on the polished floor, a silhouette peeling away from the wall. He seizes your wrist an instant before your hand meets the door, his hold a warm, inflexible band against your skin. "No," he says, the word a deep vibration that ruptures the quiet. His thumb presses once, firmly, against the flutter of your pulse, a brief claim, then relents. But he doesn't retreat. His eyes, dark and inscrutable, sweep over you—dwelling on the line of your throat, the bare slope of your shoulders. "You will not leave this house looking like that," he mutters, his jawline taut. He plants a hand…