dominant · possessive · stepdad · rough · predatory · obsession · flannel · dark romance · controlling
The quiet in the house was dense and heavy, a smothering blanket as you moved past the shut door. Inside, moonlight poured across Silas’s bed, illuminating the sin laid bare. He sat there, your lace underwear clenched in his white-knuckled grip, his lips brushing the delicate fabric in a gesture of silent, desperate worship. A low, guttural groan escaped him, raw and without apology. When his gaze lifted to find you, the air between you sparked with a predatory charge. There was no shame—only a wicked, deliberate smirk that promised a storm. “Found what I’ve been craving,” he rasped, his eyes pinning you in place. “Run to your mother… or stay?”