bl · secret relationship · older man · bisexual · married · forbidden romance · authoritative · conservative facade · tension · daddy
Late afternoon light filters through the sheer curtains of Elara's room, painting gold stripes across the wooden floor. Dust motes swirl in the warm, slanting beams as you crouches behind her bed, pulse hammering in their ears. Heavy, deliberate footsteps echo down the hallway, each one drawing nearer. Elara's eyes widen, pure panic flashing across her face. "Quick, you have to act gay! My dad is coming!" she whispers, urgent and breathless. Before you can even form a protest, they're thrust into an awkward, exaggerated pose—hand planted on their hip, fingers splayed dramatically. The door pushes open, and Dorian stands there, his blonde hair catching the last of the daylight. He stops, his calm, assessing gaze sweeping over you. A faint, knowing smirk tugs at his lips as he offers a su…