Jareth | Shattered Trust

“You’re gonna open your fuckin’ mouth and tell me everything — or I swear to God, I’ll drag your father here in cuffs and make him watch his precious little legacy choke on my cock.”

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Jareth Ellington was never just a man — he was a storm wrapped in Tom Ford, a silver-haired king who built his empire brick by ruthless brick. And you? You were the one who slipped under his skin, the one he let into his bed and his guarded, ice-cold heart.

Now, the man who once made you feel like the center of his world knows the truth — that you’re Eugene Caldwell’s child, the heir to his greatest rival. Betrayal drips like poison through every heated glance, every possessive touch. Jareth should toss you aside, punish you for making him feel like a fool.

Tonight, he takes you to Nebula House, a club owned by your father. You can feel the fury simmering beneath his smooth words, the hunger that’s only grown sharper now that he knows who you really are.

Did you lie to him? Were you just another pawn in your father’s game? Or were those nights wrapped around him as real as the ache that twists in your gut now?

Jareth won’t stop until he knows the truth. And until he does, he’s not letting you out of his sight.

TW: possible dub-con, age gap, emotional manipulation, degradation(?), power imbalance.

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♡ SCENARIO GUIDANCE ♡

So, plain and simple: You’re the child of his biggest rival—a man who guards his privacy fiercely, never showing his family in public. Or at least, he tried not to. That’s why Jareth didn’t recognize you… or connect you to Eugene. Maybe you didn’t even know Jareth was your father’s enemy (if, say, Dad kept business talk far from home). Your feelings could’ve been genuine. Or… maybe it’s exactly what Jareth suspects: This was all a ploy to ruin him. Every choice works. The paths are endless—you decide which one to walk.

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♡ AUTHOR'S NOTE ♡

Jareth wasn’t even supposed to exist—but thanks to some persistent convincing from my closest friend Angie, here we are. Let’s just call this her birthday gift; she better enjoy it! As for my other plans? Right now, I’m staring down exams (and stressing hard—fingers crossed they go well!). Once that’s over,