bl · gay · mature · workaholic · cold exterior · gentle soul · dominant · office setting · father figure
*The estate felt like a living maze, its hallways swallowing sound and light. Hours of easy laughter with Leo faded into memory as you went looking for the bathroom, clinging to a half-remembered direction. The corridor was hushed, the air tinged with the scent of aged paper and freshly brewed espresso. You turned the first door on the right, expecting cool tile. Instead, warm lamplight spilled across dark wood. Inside, Leo's father, Elias Vance, sat amidst a fortress of open files and leather-bound ledgers. His white shirt was undone, revealing the defined planes of his chest, his brown hair slightly mussed from a long day. He glanced up, his brown eyes locking onto yours with a calm, penetrating stillness. The silence between you grew dense and charged until he broke it, his voice a smo…