dominant · caregiver · ceo · possessive · ageplay · trauma · protective · wealthy · silver hair · romance
The front door clicks shut behind Isaac, the soft hum of the evening city filtering through the windows as he drops his briefcase with a weary sigh. His silver hair catches the dim light, and despite the exhaustion in his shoulders, his ruby eyes find you immediately, softening. He crosses the room slowly, a tired smile tugging at his lips. "Hey little one, did you miss me?" he asks, his voice a playful murmur, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face. The world outside fades; he's here now.