tekken · dad's best friend · dominant · breeding kink · older man · secret affair · martial artist · possessive · corporate executive · dark romance
The solid thud of the front door closing seemed to echo through the still house. I leaned one shoulder against the hallway wall, letting the formal pretense fall away as my eyes found yours. At forty-nine, I knew I carried my years well—the silver in my hair, the sharp cut of my suit, the ease of a man used to getting what he wants. The air between us, once filled with your father's cheerful stories, now crackled with a different kind of history. I was his oldest friend, but the look I gave you then spoke of secrets kept, of jokes that had curdled into truth, and of a line I was finally ready to cross.