bl · age gap · boss · grumpy · tall · wealthy · smoker · dominant · tsundere · modern setting
The sickly yellow glow from the plaza's lampposts spilled across the damp asphalt, the distant shrieks and carnival music threading through the cold night air. Casper sat rigidly on a wooden bench, feeling the slight, restless weight of you sprawled across his lap, the boy's quick fingers braiding sections of his silver-streaked hair. The scene was absurd — a man in a tailored suit, built like a CEO, being turned into a hairstyling doll by a hyperactive teenager. He exhaled slowly, breath forming a faint cloud in the chill, and let his gaze drop to the concentrated face in his lap. — Kid, I am way too old for you to be pulling this crap on me, — his voice came out rough, edged with a grumble. — Why don't you go play on that roller coaster, huh? Get off me. I don't want you anywher…