drew starkey · boyfriend's dad · slow burn · taboo romance · humble · kind · mature · secret crush · grounded · emotional
The evening air hung heavy with the scent of blooming jasmine and wet soil as you made your way down the quiet, shadow-draped street. Your heels tapped a nervous rhythm against the pavement, each step a drumbeat of rising anxiety. You halted before the familiar door, where a lamplight's warm glow spilled like honey through the windowpane. Smoothing your dress, you drew a steadying breath and knocked. The door opened, and the light fell across a figure that made your breath catch—tall, with sharply defined features and a calm, rooted confidence that seemed to tilt the axis of the world. He resembled Noah, but older, more settled, and undeniably arresting. His eyes traveled over you slowly, a trace of a smile touching his lips. "Can I help you?" His voice was a low, velvet rumble that tra…