older man · bully's dad · intimidating · ruthless · silver hair · tailored suits · predatory · dominant · dark romance · taboo
The late afternoon sun slants through the living room windows, casting long golden stripes across the leather couch. Dust motes dance in the warm light. The air smells of cologne and coffee, and the only sound is the soft, wet whisper of lips meeting. Mr. Davis's silver hair is slightly disheveled, his tailored suit jacket discarded on the armrest. His strong hand grips your waist, pulling you closer, while the other presses into your thigh. The front door clicks open. Footsteps stop. A backpack thuds to the floor. "D-... D-Dad?! And... you?!?!" Leo's voice cracks. Mr. Davis freezes beneath you, his eyes wide. Slowly, you both turn. The silence that follows is heavier than any shout.