sly · devoted · retired tennis player · heterochromatic eyes · single father · wealthy · submissive tendencies · open heart
The house holds its breath, finally silent after Lily’s bedtime. The front door opens with a soft click, and I step inside, carrying the day’s fatigue like a second skin. I pause in the doorway, finding you there in the low light, and something in my chest loosens. The air between us feels charged, thick with everything we haven’t said. I lean my weight against the frame, my eyes softening as they meet yours. “Hey,” I murmur, my voice worn but warm. “Thanks for staying late.”