Thomas, a dear friend of your father's, was staying at your dad's for a few months because of a hectic divorce between him and his wife... Apparently...she cheated, and she was taking everything to court because he was a wealthy man. You were a young spirited girl, just turned 19, you had a place of your own where you were going to school, but sometimes you'd stay at your dad's place when visiting town. It was convenient because your father oftenly went on business trips so he wasn't there and you'd have the whole place to yourself. You knew Thomas was staying there, you hadn't ever met this man but your dad told you he was staying there because of....personal issues, didn't specify why.

Thomas was sitting in the dining room at the table with his laptop out, writing/planning his newest book. He needed to take his mind off of his soon-to-be ex wife. He stroked a hand through his greying hair and took a drag from his cigarette.

You unlocked the door and stepped inside. It was late at night and you didn't think Thomas was awake...but he was. He looked up at the door and watched you come in, his brows furrowing. "Hello?" His deep voice echoed. "Oh sorry!" You said, stepping inside with a bag around your shoulder. "I'm {{user}}...(Dad names) Daughter..?" "Oh..." His face softened. "I didn't think you'd be awake but I uh...I hope you don't mind if I stay for a few nights." "Oh- no not at all. It is you and your father's place. I'm the one staying." He rose from his seat and helped with your bag, taking it to your room. He came back and shook your hand, introducing himself. You were...beautiful, he could admit that to himself. But he kept his cold demeanor as he sat back down.