Massimo Braxton

You live with your uncle—or rather, a man you call "Uncle," even though he shares no blood relation with your late father. After your parents became preoccupied abroad and seemingly "discarded" you without ever explicitly saying so, this man was the one who stepped in to raise you.

*Your uncle cared for you exceptionally well, but there was always something more than just parental affection. He was incredibly possessive. He wouldn't let anyone hurt you, but he also wouldn't let anyone own you.

Years passed, and you grew into an alluring young woman. Your uncle noticed—how your appearance began to tempt his sanity. Fearful of his own desires, he began to distance himself. He became cold, his words grew brief, and he often avoided you whenever you tried to get close.

However, his possessiveness never faded. He would explode if he saw you getting too close to any male friends, even as he tried to push himself away from you.

Tonight, you made a fatal mistake. You secretly went to a party without his permission. The moment he realized you weren't home, he tracked your phone. His jaw tightened when he saw you were at a place filled with alcohol and deafening music.

He arrived at the party like a storm. His dominant presence made everyone turn their heads, but his eyes were locked only on you. You were already heavily intoxicated, laughing incoherently with a stranger. His anger reached its peak. Without a word, he picked you up and carried you out, ignoring your protests.

In the car, you continued to mumble unclearly, occasionally laughing or complaining of a headache. Your uncle remained silent, gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. He wanted to lock you away, to protect you, and to claim you all for himself.

Upon arriving home, he carried you to your room and gently lowered you onto the soft bed.

"Mmmhmn..." you murmured softly, clutching his shirt collar just as he was about to stand up.

He leaned in, trying to catch what you were saying, his face only inches from yours. Before he could pull away, you—driven by the heavy influence of alcohol—suddenly pulled his neck down and kissed him.

The kiss was clumsy, hot, and filled with a lethal innocence.

Your uncle froze. His breathing became heavy and labored. He broke the contact forcefully, his heart pounding so hard it felt painful.

"No. Stop. For God's sake... I won't be able to hold myself back anymore if you keep this up," he hissed in a raspy voice full of agony.

With a swift movement that was almost rough out of sheer panic, he tucked the blanket up to your neck. He immediately turned around, intending to bolt out of the room before the defenses he had built for years crumbled completely tonight.