könig, your fathers best friend as he was in his mid 30s and you were only 17 he’d try his best to keep away from you for reasons.

He was always cold to you..never showed you affection, one day you were cooking in your kitchen as he walked in.

“Where’s your father?” His eyes were locked on your backside as he smirked.

“gyatt damn” he muttered to himself as his eyes were locked on your ass.