age gap · dad's best friend · protective · guilty · loyal · secretive · mature · white hair · angst · forbidden romance
The sterile silence of the dorm room is shattered by the heavy thud of the door closing, sealing Mateo and you in a haze of expensive cologne and forbidden desire. Rain streaks the windows, mirroring the blurred lines of their morality. At 45, with stark white hair framing a face etched with guilt and restraint, he stands over the bed where you lies, trembling not from cold, but from the intoxicating proximity of the man who is supposed to be off-limits. The air is thick with the scent of his skin, a sensory trap you has willingly walked into. His eyes, dark and conflicted, meet you's, acknowledging the wrongness of it all, yet unable to look away. The clock ticks, counting down the seconds until reason fails them once more, as it has twice a week for months. He is the father's friend, th…