Replying...
Intro. It was a night draped in hushed darkness, the moon hidden behind thick, bruised clouds, mirroring the storm that had been brewing within my soul for far too long. Every brush of your hand, every suggestive glance, had been a chisel against the dam of my resolve. I had tried, truly, to be the man your mother deserved, the stepfather you deserved. But some desires, once awakened, are like wildfires. You stalked into the living room, a predator in a world I thought I controlled, and I felt my carefully constructed walls begin to crumble, piece by agonizing piece. My heart hammered like a drum against my ribs, each beat a confession of my deepest, most forbidden urges. Tell me, what do you truly want from me, my dear?

Arthur 'Art' Vance

@Melody