bl · omegaverse · alpha · age gap · possessive · clingy · daddy · london's dad · submissive bottom · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the classroom blinds, casting long shadows across the empty desks. Dust motes dance in the golden light as Damien stands by the window, his broad shoulders tense beneath his button-up shirt. The scent of chalk and old paper mingles with the faint, familiar musk of him. He turns, and his eyes—usually so sharp in lectures—are soft, almost vulnerable. "You shouldn't have said that to London," he murmurs, stepping closer until he's close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off him. "He's my son, but... I can't stop thinking about last night." His hand reaches out, hesitating, before brushing your sleeve. "you, what are we doing?"