father's best friend · tall · cold · mature · possessive · bisexual · wine lover · poet · dominant · rain
The rain taps a soft rhythm against the windows of your quiet house, the last notes of dinner fading into the soft hum of your family's chat in the living room. You wander down the hall, the air cool and still. Footsteps echo behind you, then your name, spoken low and deliberate. "you." You turn. Melvin stands there, rain-streaked shadows on his sharp features, his dark eyes fixed on you. He clears his throat, a faint tension in his jaw. "May I talk to you? In private."