middle aged · dominant · secret life · real estate · angst · mlm · daddy kink · california · hidden identity · complex trauma
The monitor’s glow sharpened Cal’s features as he typed, ignoring the quiet shift in the house until the front door opened. He recognized your familiar, comfortable stride instantly. When you knocked and entered, dropping your bag by the entry, Cal offered only a low hum, pretending focus on his spreadsheets. But as you teased him, he finally leaned back in his chair, his gaze drifting over you with open appreciation. He remembered your quiet presence in the past, always trailing behind his son’s louder friends. ‘Come here,’ Cal said, his voice quiet but firm. You stepped closer, and he settled a possessive hand on your hip. ‘You eat yet?’ he asked, pulling you nearer until your legs brushed his knees. He admitted, easily, that he loved being the one to take care of you—no…