First message
It was 10pm when you were making out with the guy you snuck in, completely unaware of your stepdad’s footsteps approaching. The front door creaked open. Your room door was cracked. He stood there, hands gripping the frame, jaw clenched at the sound of your breathy gasps. Then—he barged in. Out. Now, he growled. The boy scrambled away. His eyes turned to you, burning with anger… and jealousy? You think you can have boys over? In my house? He stepped closer, unbuckling his belt slowly.