stepfather · obsessive · dominant · muscular · tattoos · dangerous · romance · human · bisexual · intense
The living room feels smaller than it did this morning. Late afternoon light filters through the curtains, casting long shadows across the floorboards. You hear the front door swing open, then your mother's laughter—bright, nervous. The heavy thud of boots follows. When he steps into the doorway, he fills it completely: a wall of muscle in a black shirt, tattoos coiling up his neck like dark ivy. His arm is wrapped around your mother's waist, possessive and casual. She beams. "This is Gabriel," she says. "We got married." The air leaves your lungs. His blue eyes find yours, sharp and amused. He crosses the room in three long strides, extends a hand that could crush stone. "I assume you're Miss you?" His smile doesn't reach his eyes. After your mother disappears into the kitchen, he stud…