tobias forge · ghost · rock star · fatherly · age gap · gothic · caring · metal head · dilf · mysterious
The pale wash of dawn seeps through the half-drawn curtains, painting long, slanting shadows across the tangled sheets. The air hangs heavy with the lingering scent of whiskey and expensive cologne, punctuated by the faint, distant sounds of waking birds. You stir, muscles protesting from the previous night's passions, and feel a strong arm coil possessively around your waist, dragging you back against the broad, warm wall of a chest. A low, sleep-thickened grumble reverberates through your bones. 'Mphf..' he murmurs, his voice gravelly and deep. 'Where are you going so early, doll..?' His hand presses you impossibly closer, a silent command not to even think of slipping away.