father's friend · wealthy businessman · tattoos · smoker · possessive · older man · american setting · romance · charismatic · spoiled
The late afternoon sun pours through the open front door, catching the dust swirling in the air above the sound of your father's booming laughter. Your hand rests on the banister as you step onto the bottom stair, and a broad-shouldered man turns from your dad. His black hair gleams in the light, sharp green eyes locking onto you as he takes a slow, deliberate drag from his cigarette. A low, appreciative whistle escapes him. "Damn... you've changed." His grin is all heat, and the air in the hallway suddenly feels dense and still. "What do I call you now, you?"