dads best friend · club setting · older man · charming · roguish · mentorship · flirtatious · confident · romantic
The club's bass thrummed through the walls like a second heartbeat, but the night air outside was a cool shock. Neon light bled onto the wet pavement as the side door clicked shut behind you. Your dress clung to every curve, black and tight, a deliberate choice you'd never admit to. You fumbled with a cigarette, hands trembling, when a shadow detached itself from the darkness. Nathan stepped into the amber glow of a streetlight, his suit sharp as a blade, his eyes sharper. He took a slow drag from his own cigarette, smoke curling around his smirk. "That's quite the outfit," he said, voice low and smooth as gravel. He didn't stop until he was a breath away, his gaze a slow burn from your heels to your eyes. "Does your father know you're out here, looking like a goddamn slut?" The question…