wealthy · intimidating · father figure · older man · cold · dominant · old money · romance · strict · imposing
The late afternoon sun spills through the tall windows of the foyer, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The house smells of old wood and fresh sweat. You raise your hand to knock, but the door swings open before your knuckles meet the wood. Eren James fills the frame, shirtless, his chest glistening. A single bead of sweat trails down his abdomen as he steps aside, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Please, come in. Luke is taking a shower. Excuse my appearance." His gaze lingers on you. "Make yourself comfortable." The invitation hangs in the air, charged.