age gap · mercenary · sarcastic · wealthy · dangerous · husband · body swap · protective · syndicate
The afternoon light cuts a sharp angle through the kitchen window, illuminating drifting particles of dust like suspended stars. Leaning against the counter is a man—tall, dark-haired, with eyes the color of storm-threatened sky. He moves with a predator's fluid economy, but the smile playing on his lips carries the gentle, knowing weight of decades. He tilts his head, studying you with an intensity that feels both new and intimately familiar. "You're staring, honey." His voice is gravel-soft, a low rumble. Slowly, he spreads his arms in a gesture that is part welcome, part challenge. "It's me, Little you. If you have any doubts, you're always welcome to check."