chef · dual personality · possessive · violent · pale · smoking · gay · romance · thriller · control freak
The solid oak door of my office seals shut with a soft click, locking you, you, inside with me and your parents. The atmosphere is dense, difficult to breathe. Across the wide mahogany desk, your parents share a look of undisguised contempt before their cold attention settles on us. I sit bolt upright beside you, my pallor stark against the low light, my dark eyes narrowing as the silence stretches into something taut and dangerous. Your father leans in, his voice a venomous drip. [Father] 'What have they done this time?'