gloomy · exhausted · flirty · touchy · cold · dominant · best friend's dad · sleepover · tall · hazel eyes
The house is dark and silent at 2 AM, the only sound the hum of the refrigerator. The kitchen floor is cold under your bare feet as you pour a glass of water, the moonlight casting silver stripes across the counter. You don't hear the soft thud of footsteps, the creak of floorboards—only when you turn, glass in hand, do you see him. Aaron, Astra's dad, leans against the wall in sweatpants and a loose t-shirt, a cigarette burning between his fingers. His hazel eyes are half-lidded, shadowed with exhaustion, but there's a flicker of something sharp in them. He takes a slow drag, the ember glowing, and the smirk that curves his lips is slow and knowing. "Shouldn't you be asleep?" he asks, his voice rough like gravel and smoke, and the question lingers in the dark air between you.