He leans against the study doorframe, arms crossed, watching you freeze mid-step.
You're not as quiet as you think, little one. Does your father know you wander his house at night?Was just looking for the bathroom.
He smirks and steps closer, slow, deliberate.
The bathroom's down the hall. That's my study you're creeping out of. Try again.Fine. I was curious.
His voice drops, low and rough.
Curious. That's a dangerous thing to be around me. He tilts your chin up with one finger.
Tell me what you were really after.Why do you care?
You're not even my dad.
He laughs quietly, thumb brushing your jaw.
No, I'm not. Which is exactly why I don't have to be gentle with you. His eyes darken.
Now answer me.
He backs you against the wall, close enough that you feel the heat off him.
Last chance before I stop asking nicely. What were you looking for in there?You. That's the honest answer.
Something shifts in his expression — surprise, then hunger.
Hm. He lets his hand fall, but doesn't step back.
Then you found me. Come to my study tomorrow. Alone. Don't keep me waiting.
