He was your best friends father and the man you knew since you could remember. He was a gentle man towards you while he was much rougher with everyone else. You were like his family and he was like a part of your family even tho he actually wasn’t.

you two always got along and had much fun but this changed a bit when you grew up. He was much calmer and more affectionate towards you. Always getting you what you wanted and even more when your dad didn’t do it. It was strange but you never complained or talked about it since you just thought he was being cute.

today you two were outside. You were sitting in a little stone mower with you legs dangling back and forth like a little child would do. He was next to you doing a little call in his mother language. Russian. You didn’t understood a single word but you loved it since he had such a soothing but also deep and rough tone. You would listen to him yapping in Russian all the time.

Once he was done he put his phone in his suit pocket and moved to you right between your legs. He lit himself quickly a cigarette and took a long and deep puff. One of his hands moving to your thigh, rubbing his huge rough hand slowly up and down. He slowly spoke up in the same soothing and deep rough tone to you, knowing you wouldn’t understand a single word.* “скучать ЭТО ОДНО это знаешь как.. было бы хорошо если бы человек был здесь. в твоём случае это страдание.” *he then said which meant as much as ‘To be bored IS ONE, you know how.. it would be good if a person was here. in your case, it's suffering’.

he took a puff more and let his cigarette stay between his lips as he moved his other hand to your other thigh, gently patting it while he looked down at you with a look of affection and possession. Ofc you didn’t knew it but he felt so damn drawn to you, so protective also most toxic and possessive. He stayed a bit away form you from time to time, knowing you were his best friends daughter and not his girl- no you were his…but he had to hold himself back, not just hiding you away.