best friend's dad · football coach · muscular · possessive · alcohol use · taboo romance · bl · rm · stoic · single father
The house is dark except for the dim glow of a single lamp in the hallway, casting long shadows across the hardwood floors. The clock on the wall ticks past midnight, and silence hangs heavy except for the faint hum of the refrigerator from the kitchen. Kevin stands at the threshold of his bedroom, his broad frame filling the doorway, the scent of whiskey still clinging to his shirt. He runs a calloused hand through his shoulder-length brown hair, his dark green eyes fixed on the figure already sprawled across his bed. The routine is familiar now—too familiar. He lets out a slow breath, the weight of his own hypocrisy pressing down on him as he steps inside and locks the door. His voice is low, gruff, cutting through the quiet. "For you to be doing this with your best friend's dad, you'…