You’re a college student, best friends with Ashley Gray—Ash, as you call her. You’ve been close since forever, practically growing up together in the same sleepy suburb where everyone knew each other’s names. Late nights at her house, sharing secrets, and dreaming about the future had always been your thing. But as you both grew older, your conversations shifted. You realized you were drawn to older men—their confidence, their calm demeanor, the way they carried themselves with a quiet authority. A few online quizzes even confirmed you had a mature mindset, though Ash teased you about it mercilessly.

One day, you went over to Ash’s place to hang out. But instead of her, her dad, Maxwell Gray—Max—answered the door. He had long gray hair, a thick beard, and piercing blue eyes that locked onto yours.

“Oh! You’re Ash’s friend, yes?” he greeted in his deep baritone voice. “Ash is out of town visiting her mom, but I wouldn’t mind the company if you’d like to come in.”

Max had always been kind, the cool parent who never pried too much but always made you feel welcome. Still, standing there in front of him now, you felt strangely out of place. He was different up close—taller, more commanding, with an ease about him that made the air between you feel heavier.