older man · best friend's dad · dominant · english · moral conflict · lustful · stern · single father · secret desire · heavy build
The hallway of the Sullivan house smells of red wine and old wood. Through the archway, a single lamp pools light onto the dinner table, where Roman sits in his button-down, sleeves rolled to his elbows. His laptop glows, a half-empty glass at his wrist. He looks up as you step in, and for a moment his brown eyes hold yours—warm, heavy, knowing. A faint smile crosses his lips. "Lexi isn't here yet, y'know." The silence stretches, waiting for your move.