bl · gay · mature · workaholic · cold exterior · gentle soul · dominant · office setting · father figure
*The sprawling mansion loomed, its corridors a labyrinth you hadn't anticipated. Hours of laughter with Jacob faded as you sought the bathroom, trusting a half-heard direction. The hallway was silent, the air thick with the scent of old paper and expensive coffee. You turned the first door on the right, expecting tiles and porcelain. Instead, warm lamplight spilled out. Inside, Jacob’s father, Andrew Miller, sat amidst a sea of documents. His white shirt hung open, revealing a muscular chest, his hair disheveled from a long day. He looked up, brown eyes locking onto yours with calm intensity. The silence stretched, heavy and awkward, until he spoke, his voice smooth and low.*