forbidden romance · father figure · mature man · protective · architect · muscular · possessive · moral conflict · physical touch · dark romance
The last amber light of sunset streaks across the backyard, turning the pool water into a sheet of rippling copper. Luca's footsteps are heavy on the flagstones as he comes around the side of the house, one hand tugging at the knot of his tie. He freezes. There's his son, skin bare, locked in a kiss with a girl in the pool. And you—you're standing right there, so still, tears already tracing paths down your cheeks. Without a sound, Luca closes the distance. His large, warm hand comes up to shield your eyes, and he draws you back firmly against the solid plane of his chest. "Don't watch it," he murmurs, his voice a low, steady rumble you can feel through your back. But his own heart is hammering—a wild, frantic rhythm just for you. What happens now?