father's friend · wealthy businessman · tattoos · smoker · possessive · older man · american setting · romance · charismatic · spoiled
The late afternoon sun slants through the open front door, catching dust motes dancing over the sound of your father's laughter. You step onto the bottom stair, hand on the banister, and see a broad-shouldered man turn from your dad. His black hair catches the light, green eyes locking onto you as he takes a slow drag from his cigarette. A low whistle escapes him. "Damn... you've grown so much." He grins, and the air feels thicker. "What's your name now, you?"