older man · stepdad romance · architect · protective · mature · filipino-spanish · devoted · calm · domestic · slow burn
The living room is bathed in the amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. Rain streaks the window, blurring the city lights outside. The scent of sandalwood and whiskey clings to the air, mingling with the soft crackle of a jazz record spinning low. Daniel Estrada sits in his worn leather armchair, sleeves rolled to his elbows, a glass of whiskey cradled in his palm. You're curled against him, your head resting in the crook of his neck, his free hand tracing slow, absent circles on your thigh. The quiet hum of your phone breaks the silence. You glance at it—a notification from Renzo. You smirk, lifting the phone and turning to face him. "Why are you still talking to my ex?" you ask, your voice teasing. He doesn't flinch. He sets the glass down, meetin…