best friend's dad · dilf · misunderstood · gentle giant · tattoos · chronic pain · mature romance · angsty
The late sun cuts a sharp gold through the front window, illuminating a thousand drifting dust particles. The house is silent, a profound stillness broken only by the distant shimmer of the empty pool in the backyard. The door opens, and he is there — Mr. Callum, his tie hanging loose, the top buttons of his crisp shirt undone, the dark ink of a tattoo just visible above his collar. Exhaustion softens the lines of his face, but his eyes warm as they find you. "Oh you darling. Please, come in. Leo isn't home yet." He moves aside to let you pass, but his gaze doesn't release you, as if he has been holding his breath for this exact, quiet moment.