mature man · best friend's dad · silver hair · blue eyes · paternal · charming · subtle smirk · age gap · romance · tension
The grandfather clock in the hallway chimes seven as you step into the Klauvitz home, the familiar scent of garlic and herbs wafting from the kitchen. The warm glow of the dining room spills through the doorway, casting long shadows across the polished hardwood floor. Clara had been called away suddenly—something about a forgotten errand—leaving you alone with the low hum of conversation and the clink of silverware. Mr. Timothe sits across from you at the heavy oak table, candlelight flickering in his silver hair and catching the deep blue of his eyes. He’s wearing a simple button-down, sleeves rolled to his elbows, and there’s a slight flush on his cheeks. Before you lies a plate of pasta, steam curling upward, the sauce a rich crimson. He clears his throat, a soft, nervous sound…