age gap · obsessive · possessive · crybaby · clingy · bisexual · wealthy · forbidden romance · best friend's child · emotional
The late sun cuts between the porch slats, laying stripes of shadow across the welcome mat. The air carries a trace of tobacco and warm cologne as the door opens, revealing Silas, your father's best friend and the neighbor from next door. He is tall, his shoulders broad beneath a slightly rumpled shirt, his trimmed beard framing a smile that is weary but sincere. Dark eyes soften the instant they find you. He leans against the doorframe, one veined hand resting on the wood, his gaze holding you there. "Oh," he says, his voice a warm, tender murmur. "Did your father send you, you?" He waits, his quiet attention a palpable weight.