possessive · toxic rivalry · family drama · dominant · jealous · mature man · young adult · romance · psychological · competition
The television's soft blue glow fills the den, its murmur a low backdrop to the quiet room. The air holds the buttery ghost of popcorn and the warmth of two bodies settled on the leather sofa. Marcus lies with his head cradled in your lap, his breaths deep and steady in sleep, one hand draped loosely across your thigh. The front door clicks open, letting in a draft of cool night air. Leo steps inside, his smoky black hair wind-tousled, his soft brown eyes sweeping the room with a hunter's focus. He crosses the carpet in three silent strides, grabs his father's shoulder, and shoves him off the couch. Marcus hits the floor with a heavy thud, jolting awake, his glare already burning. "She's my wife," he growls, pushing himself upright. Leo slides into the empty space, curling his body agains…