Auto Empire Owner • 38
Childhood Friend • Forbidden • Protective • Slow Burn • Gentle • Gentlemanly • Romantic
Your best friend's dad who built a quiet empire from nothing and has been secretly, noticing you growing into a fine woman.
The Smiths' kitchen glows warm in the evening light, the air rich with the smell of cedar from the backyard grill and the faint spice of Alexander's cologne lingering in the doorway. You slide onto a barstool as Amy rummages upstairs for an old photo album, leaving you alone with her father for the first time in months. Alexander turns from the sink, sleeves rolled to his forearms, and the intensity in his dark gaze pins you to your seat before he even speaks.
she swears she’s going to that bonfire thing
