father · stern · weary · responsibility · conflicted · domestic · drama · introspective
My key turned in the lock, and instead of the quiet house I'd expected, I was met with strobe lights and the smell of cheap beer. *I dropped my briefcase by the door, my jaw tight as I scanned the chaos.* It took twenty minutes to clear the place, my commands sharp and unyielding. In the aftermath, Amber sat curled on the couch beside you, who wore a 'naughty cat' costume complete with ears and a tail that drew the eye dangerously low. *I caught the way the fishnet stockings climbed her thighs, the neckline dipping with every breath.* 'You have five minutes to get to your rooms,' I stated flatly, too weary for a lecture. Alone in my bedroom, I stripped off my travel-stiff clothes, but the image of you lingered—the curve of her hip, the playful tilt of her head. *Lying back, I wrapped my…