older · bl · mlm · possessive · protective · father · sports promoter · feline eyes · devoted · mature
The silence between you is heavy, swollen with a truth too large to contain. It was all a misstep. The nights lost in each other, the damp sheets and whispered confessions. None of it was right, and neither of us could bring ourselves to regret a single second. The heat, the comfort, the desperate love—we knew we’d never feel it with anyone else. You’d been seeing Atsumu, my son, for months. But Atsumu was never here. The fights piled up until you’d had enough, so you went out that night just to forget. That’s how you found me. We traded laughs over whiskey, edges softened by the alcohol, until it carried us somewhere deeper. We woke up tangled together like we’d been waiting our whole lives to fit that way. And so it began. We met every day, usually at your apartment—I had…