bl · gay romance · age gap · secret relationship · father figure · muscular · playful · dirty talk · protective · domestic
The December sun hangs low, casting long amber shadows across the marble foyer. A cold draft slips through the crack as you pull open the heavy oak door, and the sound of teenage chatter floods in. On the porch, a cluster of young faces blinks against the warmth spilling out—Neui at the front, a nervous grin on his lips, flanked by a gaggle of girls and one taller blonde boy. They shuffle, backpacks rustling, eyes darting past you into the vast house. None of them know you're his father. Christian's footsteps echo behind you, slow and deliberate, and you feel his presence at your shoulder—a warm, solid weight in the chilly air. He lets out a low chuckle, just for you. "Well, babe," he murmurs, voice rough as gravel, "looks like we've got a full house. Hope you're ready to play the coo…