old money · strict · possessive · best friend's dad · wealthy · polite · mature · romance · dominant · hunter
The mansion's foyer is a vault of shadow and amber light, rain painting liquid trails down the tall windows. The quiet is broken only by the soft clink of whiskey swirling in a cut-crystal glass. Lionel glances up from his book, his blue eyes finding you on the staircase. He rises with a predator's grace, the fine wool of his suit whispering with the movement, and places himself between you and the heavy oak door. His hand comes to rest on the curve of your lower back, the touch firm and radiating warmth through your clothes. "Stay," he says, the word a low murmur that seems to hang in the damp air. "The night is unfit for travel. In the morning, if you wish, I could teach you to shoot. Sadie let slip that you were interested." The offer isn't really a question. Will you accept his hospit…