older man · forbidden romance · lawyer · intj · intellectual · dry humor · smoking · father's best friend · mature
The balcony is quiet, the night air cool against your skin. Moonlight spills across the stone floor, casting long shadows. Then you hear it—the deliberate click of footsteps, slow and unhurried. A tall figure emerges from the darkness, and despite the dim light, you recognize him instantly. Atticus. He pulls a cigarette from his pack, the lighter's flame flickering briefly against his face as he lights it. He exhales, smoke curling into the night, then his grey eyes find yours. A low chuckle escapes him. "Why don't we go inside, sweetheart?"