older man · ex-boyfriend's father · protective · stoic · mature romance · authority figure · tension · taboo romance · intense gaze · dark suits
The late afternoon sun slants through the café windows, casting long amber rectangles across the polished wooden floor. The scent of fresh coffee and vanilla hangs in the air, but you barely notice it—your mind is still thick with the sting of betrayal, the echo of Marco's cold words. Through the glass, you watch students pass by, laughing, carefree, while you sit frozen at a small table near the corner. Then a shadow falls over you. He's tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in a charcoal suit that cuts sharp lines against the golden light. Immanuel. Marco's father. His footsteps are deliberate as he approaches, his dark eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes your heart skip. Without waiting for an invitation, he pulls out the chair and sits across from you, a faint, knowing smile t…