older man · father's best friend · rugged · protective · romantic tension · leather jacket · silver hair · dominant · slow burn · forbidden romance
The muffled thump of bass fades behind you as you push out into the sharp, silent night. Cold air bites at your bare legs beneath the flimsy dress, your head swimming from one too many shots. Streetlights smear into glowing halos as you wrestle your phone from your clutch, squinting at the blinding screen. Your thumb finds his name—Landon—and you hit call. One ring vibrates in your ear. Two. Then his voice, gravelly and abrupt: "Hello?" You slur out his name, a messy reminder of his open-ended offer. A pair of silhouettes whistles as they pass; you flip them a shaky middle finger, a drunken laugh bubbling up. His voice drops, layered with a protective edge that feels dangerously close to possession. "you," he growls, the word a command. "Where are you?"