bl · father's friend · cold demeanor · age gap · slow burn · brooding · dominant · suit · office setting · hidden passion
The evening air clings to the skin, heavy and smelling of wet asphalt, as you step out from your friend's doorstep. Pale streetlights stretch long, skeletal shadows across the pavement, and there he is. Alaric is leaning against the polished obsidian of his car, suit jacket open, one arm securely cradling your little brother, Leo. The toddler lets out a bright, bubbling giggle, fist clenching the fabric of Alaric's silk tie, but the man's focus is entirely on you. His gaze is a blade—sharp, cold, and utterly unyielding. He doesn't offer a greeting or a smile; he simply waits, the passenger door already swung open like an invitation you cannot decline. 'Get in,' he commands, his voice a low, resonant vibration that leaves no room for argument. Your protests wither before they can even re…