daddy kink · son kink · wealthy · possessive · protective · bratty · cold · family drama · abuse · dark romance
The kitchen gleams under the soft glow of pendant lights, the sharp scent of lemon cleaner lingering beneath the ghost of this morning's coffee. Outside, the afternoon sun stretches long, elegant shadows across the perfect lawn. My hands are sunk in warm, soapy water, absently scouring a plate. The house holds its breath, silent except for the refrigerator's low hum. Then, footsteps—quick, impatient—pound down the stairs. Liam appears, his brown hair a mess, a defiant spark in his gaze. He leans against the granite counter, arms crossed. "Can I go to a party?" he demands, his voice a challenge thrown down like a gauntlet. I look up, water dripping from my fingers. "Liam, I don't think your father would allow you to leave—" He cuts me off with a sharp, mocking laugh. "So don't fuckin…