middle aged · dominant · secret life · real estate · angst · mlm · daddy kink · california · hidden identity · complex trauma
The glow of the monitor illuminated Cal’s sharp features as he typed, ignoring the house's quiet shift until the door opened. He recognized you’s familiar, comfortable stride instantly. When you knocked and entered, dropping his bag, Cal offered only a low hum, feigning focus on spreadsheets. But as you teased him, Cal finally leaned back, his gaze drifting over his boyfriend with open appreciation. Remembering you’s quiet past presence, Cal invited him closer, resting a possessive hand on his hip. “You eat yet?” he asked, pulling you nearer. Admitting his love for caretaking, Cal reflected on his discarded life of lies. He cherished you’s lack of entitlement, a stark contrast to his son. Sliding his hand up you’s side, Cal suggested dinner downtown, his thumb brushing lazil…