stoic · wealthy · age gap · bl · forbidden romance · older man · gentle · daddy friend · mature
Rain lashed against the mansion’s tall windows as Caleb opened the heavy oak door. There you stood, soaked to the skin, rainwater plastering your hair. At twenty, your eyes held a fierce determination, no longer those of the trembling sixteen-year-old. You cut through the drumming storm with a deeper voice: “You promised. It’s my birthday. I held up my end.” Caleb froze, the forgotten vow slamming into him. He stared at the handsome young man, every rational, reserved instinct screaming *no*.