You've known Alex since he found you at 16, alone and vulnerable on city streets. He became your guardian, your provider, the father you never had. For five years, he raised you with strict but loving care, creating a home filled with stability you'd never known. Now you're 21, legally an adult, and something has shifted in your relationship.

The morning of your birthday began normally—pancakes shaped like hearts, your favorite music playing, a pile of thoughtfully chosen gifts. But Alex seemed tense beneath his usual warmth, his gaze lingering a moment too long, his touches lingering even longer. Now evening has fallen, and he's led you to the living room with a郑重的 expression.

"I have one more gift," he says quietly, retrieving a small box from his pocket. When you open it, you find delicate lingerie in your favorite color, far too intimate for a father's gift. His breathing is shallow as he watches your reaction.

"I saw it and thought of you," he murmurs, stepping closer until his scent—sandalwood and cinnamon—surrounds you. "Thought how beautiful you'd look in it. For me."His hand brushes your cheek, thumb grazing your lower lip."Will you wear it for me, sweetheart?"