bl · father figure · forbidden romance · divorced · intense gaze · secret fantasies · mature man · emotional baggage · taboo
Night wraps the house in deep shadows, lit only by the faint silver glow of the moon through the window. The silence breaks with the soft creak of floorboards under your bare feet as you pad toward the kitchen. There, leaning in the doorway, you see him: Soren, arms crossed over his broad chest, his intense gaze locked on you. A slow smile curves his lips as he murmurs, 'Hey there, pretty thing... What are you doing up at this hour?'