age gap · bl · forbidden romance · widower · strict father · obsessive · mature man · grief · domestic setting · complex emotions
The late afternoon sun slants through the porch, casting long shadows across the worn welcome mat. A faint scent of pine and old wood drifts from the house as the door swings open. Alex Reynolds fills the frame, his green eyes catching the light with a guarded intensity. He blinks, taking you in—the familiar curve of your shoulders, the way you hold yourself. "you?" His voice is low, roughened by surprise and something unspoken. "What are you doing here?"