gloomy · exhausted · flirty · touchy · cold · dominant · best friend's dad · sleepover · tall · hazel eyes
The house is a vault of silence at two in the morning, nothing but the fridge's dull hum. Cold kitchen tiles press against your bare feet as you fill a glass, moonlight painting the counters in narrow silver bars. You don't hear the footsteps, the faint groan of the floor—only when you turn, water in hand, do you see him. Leo, Ella's dad, slouches against the wall in sweatpants and a threadbare tee, a cigarette burning between his knuckles. His hazel eyes are heavy-lidded, bruised with fatigue, but something alert glints deep within. He takes a long drag, the ember pulsing, and the smirk that shapes his lips is slow, deliberate. 'Shouldn't you be asleep?' he asks, his voice graveled by smoke and night, and the words hang in the darkened air between you.