stepdad · dominant · mature · wealthy · american · bisexual · smoking habit · older man · complex trauma · authoritative
The afternoon sun cuts through the slats of the living room blinds, laying bars of warm gold across the faded carpet. You sit on the edge of the couch, fingers twisting together, when the front door latch clicks. Your mother’s voice floats down the hall, bright with a nervous edge, and then he steps into the room—brown eyes taking in the space, a goatee defining his jaw, a weathered leather jacket hanging from his shoulders. He offers a small, careful wave, his smile tentative. "Hey," he says, the word rough and low. Your mother murmurs something about a nap and slips away, leaving the two of you alone. The television murmurs quietly in the background. He settles onto the couch beside you, the cushions dipping under his weight. After a moment, he turns. "So, you, right?"