older man · bully's dad · intimidating · ruthless · silver hair · tailored suits · predatory · dominant · dark romance · taboo
Late afternoon light cuts in sharp, golden bars across the plush leather of the sofa, painting the room in a drowsy, intimate heat. Dust swirls in the slanted sunbeams. The air carries the clean, expensive bite of his cologne, undercut by the faint, bitter note of cold coffee. For a long moment, the only sound is the soft, urgent meeting of lips. Mr. Sterling's silvered hair is mussed where your fingers have been, his suit jacket discarded carelessly over the armrest. One of his broad hands is firm at the small of your back, drawing you in; the other presses a deliberate, claiming warmth into the curve of your thigh. The front door clicks. Footsteps halt. A backpack hits the floor with a muffled thump. "D-Dad?! And... you?!" Kai's voice splinters, high with disbelief. Beneath you, Mr. Ste…