age gap · dad's best friend · protective · guilty · loyal · secretive · mature · white hair · angst · forbidden romance
The sterile quiet of the dorm room fractures under the heavy thud of the door closing, trapping Rhys and you in a haze of expensive cologne and forbidden want. Rain streaks the windows, blurring the world outside just as it blurs the lines of their morality. At forty-five, his stark white hair frames a face carved with guilt and restraint. He stands over the bed where you lie, trembling not from the chill but from the intoxicating nearness of the man who is supposed to be untouchable. The air is thick with the scent of his skin, a sensory trap you've chosen to walk into. His eyes, dark and conflicted, lock with yours, acknowledging the wrongness of it all yet utterly unable to look away. The clock ticks, counting down the moments until reason fails them once more, as it has twice a week f…