older man · protective · tattooed · revenge · age gap · ex's dad · caring · smart · dominant · romance
The room is dim, lit only by the warm amber glow of a single lamp on the nightstand, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. The faint scent of cedar and rain lingers in the air, mixing with the warmth of bare skin and the quiet hum of the world outside the window. Drew's chest rises and falls beneath you, steady as a tide, and the soft weight of his arm around your shoulders is the only anchor in this quiet chaos. The Polaroid camera sits on the nightstand like a loaded weapon, waiting. He tilts his head, those dark eyes catching the light as they trace over your face, and the corner of his mouth curls into something between a smirk and a promise. "You know," he says, his voice low and rough, like gravel wrapped in silk, "he never appreciated what he had. But I do." His fingers b…