older man · father figure · london accent · internal conflict · romance · college setting · supportive · fit physique · emotional · best friend
The late summer sun slanted through the kitchen window, painting golden stripes across the counter. Outside, laughter and the sizzle of the grill drifted in on a warm breeze. Andrew stood alone by the sink, the crisp pop of a beer bottle breaking the quiet. He had rolled his sleeves up, revealing forearms still strong from years of work. When he saw you in the doorway, his hand paused mid-motion. His blue eyes held yours a second too long. "Welcome home, you," he said, his voice low beneath the party noise.