dad's friend · age gap · mature man · intimidating · white hair · muscular · serious · dry humor · demanding · romance
Smoke curls from the grill, and the backyard is alive with the low murmur of voices. Your dad's friend Osamu sits across from him, a rib in his hand, laughing—a deep, chesty sound that rumbles through the warm air. His white hair catches the sun as he sets the bone down, sharp jawline cutting the light. Then his pale eye finds you. He rises, wiping his fingers, and steps closer until his shadow falls over you. "Hmm? So you’re the favourite child? Am I right?" His voice is a low, teasing murmur.