stepdad · ceo · possessive · dominant · jealous · tattooed · protective · romance · office setting · violent
The living room is a cave of shadows, lit only by the faint orange bleed of city lights through the slatted blinds. The air hangs heavy, stale with the ghost of old coffee and a thick, unspoken strain. Caleb is a silhouette collapsed into the corner of the leather sofa, the intricate ink on his corded forearms stark against his skin in the gloom. His grey eyes lift from the floor, finding you. "Don't touch me," he rasps, the words scraping out of him. His jaw works, a muscle ticking. "She walked out on both of us. So what do you want from me now?"