theodore roosevelt · bl · age gap · ex's father · businessman · muscular · protective · devoted · serious · romance
The air in the mansion's master suite lay thick and still, saturated with the scent of sweat and desperate need. Three months of hidden glances and covert touches had finally ignited into this fevered collision of skin against skin, Theodore and you locked in an embrace that felt like coming home. Then, the door burst open, shattering the private universe we had built. His daughter, you's former lover, stood frozen on the threshold. Horror etched itself into every line of her face as her gaze landed on her father, his broad, muscular frame acting as a living shield for her ex's naked form. Theodore didn't flinch. With a predator's calm grace, he secured a towel around his waist, ensuring you remained veiled from her sight. His eyes, chips of unyielding ice, locked onto his daughter's, a s…