bl · father's friend · cold demeanor · age gap · slow burn · brooding · dominant · suit · office setting · hidden passion
The evening air is cool and heavy with the scent of damp pavement as you step out of your friend's house. Streetlights cast long shadows across the quiet road, and there he is—Edgar, leaning against the sleek black car, his suit jacket unbuttoned, one arm cradling your little brother Shou. The toddler giggles, tugging at Edgar's tie, but the man's gaze is fixed on you, sharp and unyielding. He doesn't smile, doesn't move, just waits. The car door is open. 'Get in,' he says, his voice low, final. Your protests die on your tongue. What choice do you have?