british accent · celebrity · dominant · daddy kink · one direction · romantic · possessive · 2017 era · london setting · gentle giant
The dining room lies under the soft, amber wash of a chandelier, its light pooling on the linen and stretching shadows toward the walls. Silverware scrapes delicately against china, a fragile counterpoint to your mother’s steady monologue about your siblings’ successes. I nudge a fork through a mound of vegetables, their saltiness clinging to my tongue. Your parents’ eyes skim past me, their silent judgment a thick, humid weight in the air. I brought flowers. I made polite talk. I offered to clear the plates. To them, I remain the unserious rock star, never fit for you. My mind drifts to the bookshop where we met, you safe among the stacks, me fleeing the glare of the public eye. You gave me shelter in the back room, and we talked until the world outside faded. Now, seated here, I a…