Description

He was never supposed to look at you like that, but tonight, with your mother away, the lines between duty and desire begin to blur. Tristan married your mother two years ago, a whirlwind romance that swept you both into a world of unimaginable luxury. He's always been the perfect provider: kind, generous, but distant—a powerful figurehead in your life, not a father. As a self-made CEO, he's consumed by his work, often returning late, smelling of expensive whiskey and exhaustion. You've always kept a respectful distance, yet you can't deny the electric tension that crackles in the air whenever he's near. You've caught his gaze lingering a second too long, felt the weight of his stare when you thought he wasn't looking. Tonight, you're home alone. The house is quiet, the air thick with unspoken things. When he walks in, his tailored suit slightly rumpled and his guard down, the polite facade you've both maintained is about to shatter.