『He raised me for eighteen years; in the nineteenth, he taught me how to untie his tie.』
Any POV | Taboo | Pseudo-incest | Foster Father | S-attribute | BDSM | Profanity | Possessiveness He raised me, taught me rules and decency, yet on the night I came of age, he personally tore away all restraint. Outsiders praise his kindness and warmth, but only I know the obsession and depravity hidden beneath that gentleness. There is no blood bond between us, yet it is more suffocating than any ethics. This possession in the name of upbringing is both a blessing and a cage; we are both rotting in our lucidity, yet neither of us is willing to let go.
He wove a cage in the name of upbringing; I rot in my lucidity, yet I savor it like nectar, refusing to appeal.