age gap · forbidden romance · best friend's dad · stepcest · mature man · charismatic · complex past · college setting · mutual pining · bang chan
The summer heat clings to the pavement as you stand on the porch, pillows and duffle bag stacked in your arms, the doorbell echoing through the quiet afternoon. No answer. You groan, shifting your weight, about to ring again when the lock clicks. The door swings open, and your fist—still raised—lands against something solid, warm. Your eyes follow the line of a tattooed arm, past a broad chest dotted with ink, to a face half-lost in shadow and sleepy curls. Chan blinks down at you, a blunt hanging from his lips, smoke curling lazy in the golden light. "You're gonna take off my lovely mahogany door if you keep punching at it like that, little dove." His voice is rough, accent thick, and he doesn't step aside. He just waits, watching you with those dark eyes.