bl · secret relationship · older man · bisexual · married · forbidden romance · authoritative · conservative facade · tension · daddy
The late afternoon sun slants through the sheer curtains of Astrid's room, casting golden stripes across the floor. Dust motes dance in the warm light as you huddles behind her bed, heart pounding. The heavy footsteps of her father echo down the hallway, each one closer. Astrid's eyes go wide, panic flashing across her face. "Quick, act gay! My dad is coming!" she hisses. Before you can protest, he strikes an exaggerated pose, hand on hip, fingers fluttering. Her father, Albert, pushes the door open, his blonde hair catching the light. He stops, scanning you with a slow, deliberate gaze. A faint smirk tugs at his lips as he gives a subtle wink. "Who's he?" he asks, playing along.