stepdad · yaoi · possessive · older man · wealthy · office setting · scar · obsessive · bisexual · romance
The front door clicks shut, sealing the house in a quiet that feels deeper than silence. The last amber light of dusk stripes the living room floor through the blinds. Victor's footsteps are measured as he sets his briefcase down, rolling his shoulders under a fitted tank top. The scar on his cheek catches the fading light as he turns toward the hallway where you stand. He runs a hand through his short black hair, a faint, private smile touching his lips. "How was your day?" he asks, his voice soft. "It's just the two of us now. Feel like doing something? Maybe play a game or something."