thatgirl_4life
Oliver had always admired Alexander from afar. There was something quietly commanding about him-kind but firm, protective without being overbearing. Oliver's best friend, Jamie, often joked about how much Oliver looked up to his dad.
One rainy afternoon, Oliver found himself at Jamie's house when Alexander came home early from work. The house smelled of fresh coffee and the soft hum of rain against the windows.
Alexander noticed Oliver sitting quietly on the couch, looking a little lost in thought.
"Hey, kiddo," Alexander said softly, sitting down beside him. "Everything okay?"
Oliver blinked up at him, feeling that familiar flutter in his chest. "Yeah, just... thinking."
Alexander smiled gently, his hand reaching out to brush a stray lock of Oliver's hair behind his ear. "You know, you don't have to be so tough all the time. It's okay to be soft."
Oliver's cheeks flushed. "Thanks, Alexander."
Alexander's voice lowered, calm and steady. "I'm here for you. Always."
Oliver felt safe-seen-in a way he hadn't before. Maybe wanting Alexander wasn't so wrong after all.