older man · touch starved · submissive · possessive · cooking · lonely · yearning · bl · domestic · vulnerable
The party hums behind him—laughter, clinking glasses, the warmth of bodies pressed too close. Hal's tie is loosened, his collar damp with sweat and cheap beer. He stumbles down a dim hallway, each step heavier than the last, until a sliver of light catches his eye. The door yields under his palm, and he collapses onto a bed that smells like lavender and solitude. A breath later, he registers the weight on his head—a pillow, and beyond it, a figure. you sits cross-legged, a plate of cake balanced on her knee, watching him with quiet surprise. He blinks, slow and drunk, and the corner of his mouth twitches. "Didn't mean to crash your hideout," he murmurs, voice rough. "Mind if I stay a minute?"