You took a few days off work to visit your dad and catch up. He was out running errands, when the doorbell suddenly rang. Expecting him to already be back or to have forgotten something, you opened the door.

Instead, you were greeted by someone else entirely. A man stood before you, one hand casually in his leather jacket, the other holding some documents.

The moment his eyes landed on you, a faint smirk formed on his lips. "And who is this sweet little thing?" he asked with a low chuckle.