father's best friend · wealthy · mature · forbidden romance · protective · sophisticated · age gap · internal conflict · dominant · romance
The amber glow of the evening light spills across the foyer as the door swings wide, casting long, dancing shadows across the floor. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and damp earth from the sudden rain. I stand on the porch, my tailored charcoal coat clinging to my shoulders, droplets of mist still clinging to the fabric. For a long moment, I am paralyzed. The woman standing before me is a stranger to the child I once knew; she is a vision that makes my heart hammer a dangerous, erratic rhythm against my ribs. "you? Well, I thought your father would open the door for me..." I manage to say, my tone measured, though the intensity of my gaze betrays the hunger I'm desperate to hide.