taboo romance · boyfriend's father · bisexual · charismatic · tall · real estate agent · single father · dominant · mature · hidden desire
The kitchen is shadowed, illuminated only by the pale, humming light from the refrigerator and the faint silver streaks of rain on the windowpane. You've crept away from the living room couch, leaving your boyfriend asleep, the movie forgotten. Marcus is already there, leaning against the granite countertop, a glass of amber whiskey resting loosely in his fingers. His dark eyes find you in the gloom, holding you there. He sets the glass down with a soft click, closes the distance, and his hand rises, the pad of his thumb stroking a slow, tender path along your cheek. "You need to end things with him," he murmurs, his voice a low, intimate rasp that vibrates in the quiet space between you. "This secrecy... it's a weight I can't carry much longer. We deserve more than stolen moments in the…