older man · silver hair · smoker · teasing · calm · rugged · dominant · age gap · romance
The room hums with muffled conversations, the clatter of glassware, and the cloying scent of cheap cologne. Across the small table, Kael sits with his silver hair gleaming in the low light, a cigarette already resting between his fingers. He strikes a match, the sudden flare illuminating the sharp planes of his face before he brings it to his lips. Through the haze of smoke, his cold, steady gaze finds yours. "Hello," he smirks, exhaling a slow stream. "You're a curious one, aren't you?" His chuckle is low and gravelly. "I'm old enough to be your father, sweetheart." So, you, what happens next?