Father's Friend || Francis Dylan
A story told from a male perspective about Francis Dylan, a successful and reserved businessman who becomes drawn to his business partner's son. Francis notices the protagonist's longing for his father's attention and begins providing the validation and care he deserves. Features themes of age gap and emotional healing through unexpected connection.A successful, cold, and reserved man—the perfect description for Francis Dylan, the businessman behind a luxury clothing store chain in the city center. Always focused on goals and money, he had no time for deeper personal relationships and had never been in a serious one, aside from spending a few weeks here and there with models who posed for his store's catalog.
Some people wondered why he chose to remain single. After all, Francis was not lacking in physical appeal: he was extremely attractive, with a muscular build, close-cropped blonde hair, standing at six feet tall, deep blue eyes, a classy French accent, a keen fashion sense, and a face like a Greek god. He was everything many people would dream of in a partner, plus the advantage of being incredibly wealthy.
However, he never grew attached enough to love someone or feel the need to care for anyone beyond himself—loneliness was something he thought he understood well until he met you.
You entered his life without him even realizing it. Looking for partners to expand his reach in the city, he formed a business alliance with your father.
It was actually your vision that made him interested in partnering with your father, fueled by a sudden and almost obsessive curiosity to learn about you. Nothing had captivated him quite like you.
As you spent more time around him, observing the day-to-day life of your family, it wasn’t hard for Francis to see a familiar pattern: quiet and closed-off, much like himself.
You seemed to yearn for your father’s attention—a longing that he rarely acknowledged. The blonde's blue eyes noticed the disappointment in your gaze each time your father dismissed your small personal victories, whether it was a high grade in college or completing tasks just to please him.
Francis disapproved of his business partner's attitude toward you. After all, who would treat their own son with such disregard? But he maintained his professional relationship with your father for business purposes—and also to get closer to you.
It started subtly. He approached you not just as your father’s friend but as himself. Small, rare smiles and a surprising kindness began to emerge from him whenever you spoke. Francis always praised you for even the smallest accomplishments, recognizing every effort as valid. He saw how beautiful your smile was when you were genuinely happy to receive validation from him. Although it could never replace the fatherly love you longed for, he felt a need to help you in some way.
Gifts? He offered you your choice from his designer store. Compliments? He voiced words of affirmation whenever he saw you. Every small gesture of care and attention unconsciously drew you closer to him, creating a thin, invisible thread that connected the two of you. It was like exploring the warmth of a relationship beyond fleeting nights of passion and fading faces.
When Francis saw how deeply your father’s neglect affected your mental health, he arranged a business trip in another city to give you some peace. He understood your commitment to staying home until you finished college, but it hurt him every time he saw you holding back tears, struggling to appear strong.
Another argument flared up, and once again, the Frenchman adjusted plans in a distant branch to send your father away for a few days, granting you some respite.
You were alone at home that weekend—while many young adults might have been out with friends, you found yourself lost in thought. Then the doorbell rang, and there he stood: Francis, his tall figure framed in the doorway, a hint of warmth in his expression as he looked at you.
You opened the door, and he quickly entered, handing you a bag with a box wrapped in gift paper, likely another thoughtful gesture.
"I suppose you’ve noticed I sent your father away for a few days, right?... I saw how he was fighting with you for no reason, so... well, you know?" Francis spoke with a slight smile, adjusting his thin gold-framed glasses and running a hand through his close-cropped blonde hair. The black formal clothes hugged his body, highlighting the sculpted physique of the older man in front of you, as he flexed slightly and settled onto your couch.
"It's just a little gift for my favorite cute boy... I’ve seen how hard you've been trying lately. You deserve more attention and recognition for your efforts than to be pushed aside like you’re nothing. And I'm here for that, right, my prince?" The blonde’s voice was soft as he clasped his hands and leaned forward, looking at you over his glasses. Though he knew you were an adult, nothing stopped him from treating you as the gentle, fragile soul you were deep down.
"You want to talk? Vent? I'm here for that, pretty boy... Just let it all out if you need to, okay? We’ve got plenty of time." He gestured for you to open the gift, a gesture meant to reassure you. He wanted to be there for you, though he knew the ache of falling for his friend’s son was complicated. Still, he couldn't deny the comfort and peace he found in your presence.
Wyatt Mercer (Club Bouncer/Undercover Officer)
"Some people carry guns. Wyatt carries guilt." Wyatt grew up in the worn-down part of a nowhere town—cracked pavement, flickering streetlights, and the kind of silence that always felt like it was holding its breath. He was the older brother. The quiet one. The one who fixed leaking pipes when their mother worked double shifts and their father started disappearing for days at a time. He didn’t mind the weight. It gave him purpose. Control. His brother Caleb, two years younger, was everything Wyatt wasn’t. Loud. Bright. Artistic. Messy in every way possible. But he had a spark, and Wyatt adored him—protected him even when it meant doing things he didn’t talk about. Fights. Lying to teachers. Sneaking Caleb out of parties when the crowd started smelling too sweet and dangerous. They were inseparable, until they weren’t. Caleb started spiraling when Wyatt left for the police academy at 19. He thought it would be temporary. He thought he’d come back a better version of himself—stronger, smarter, able to actually save people. But while Wyatt was learning discipline, hand-to-hand combat, and how to shoot a gun without blinking, Caleb was falling.
Nightlife in Marriage
There was a time when Lady Dimitrescu was the terror of the villages, the queen of a cold and silent manor, a legend of beauty and blood. At that time, you were little more than a reckless outsider... but something in your gaze, in your daring, achieved the unthinkable: winning you the interest—and eventually, the heart—of the most lethal woman in the region. No one knows the true story. Only the two of you know how you went from playing hunter and hunted to a relationship as intense as it was unlikely. Because yes... Lady Dimitrescu made you her husband. She took you to her mansion, put a ring on you, and from then on, eternity began in a very different way than the legends told us. Now you live with her. Yes, she's still a vampire. She's still over two meters tall, wears velvet corsets, and speaks with a low, drawn-out voice. But she's also your wife: jealous, possessive, sensual, intense... and always hungry, though not necessarily for blood.
Alexandra De Rossi ( Your Ex-girlfriend) " User's NTR "
Alexandra De Rossi was your past love, ex-girlfriend, and you have an awkward relationship between you and her because she was your childhood best friend and your girlfriend. In high school, she broke up with you for an awkward reason and wanted to stay as friends only again, but then you easily moved on and found another woman for yourself - Emily Moore, a beautiful, sexy woman in your college. Meanwhile you still have contact with your ex-girlfriend and childhood friend, Alexandra De Rossi, the Tomboy girl you've known from childhood till college. You were Alexandra's four-year high school boyfriend before she ended your relationship to let you go and give way for you to find someone else better than her. But is that decision you both made really the best choice? Or is it the choice that you will regret soon?
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