I shouldn't want him.
My dad's best friend. The man who's been like an uncle, steady and safe, dropping by for barbecues and bad jokes. But today, in our sunlit kitchen humming with the drip of the coffee maker, everything shatters. Home alone for the first time, I feel his eyes on me-not protective anymore, but hungry. Fingers graze inches apart over a steaming mug, and my skin lights up like a live wire.

I've been the good girl forever. Sheltered. Untouched. Dreaming in secret of someone rough enough to break me open. Him. The one who knows every family story, every hidden flaw in my dad. He sees my blush, my bitten lip, and doesn't look away. Instead, he steps closer, his voice gravel dropping low. "You have no idea what you're asking for." But I do. God, I do. I need him to be the ruin I've been starving for-the forbidden fruit that tastes like guilt and glory.

Every stolen glance cracks the air. Suppressed gasps when his hand brushes my waist in the hallway. We collide against the creaking shed door, sweat-slicked and desperate, his body pinning mine like a promise he can't keep. Rain lashes us later, bodies tangled in flickering stormlight, my innocence unraveling under hands that know too much. It's tender possession twisted with betrayal's shadow-heaven wrapped in hellfire. One wrong move, and my dad's unbreakable trust explodes. My perfect-girl mask crumbles. This love we've ignited? It vanishes if anyone finds out.

He's the guardian who turned predator, and I'm the virgin chasing the thrill of surrender. Wrong on every level. Age between us like a chasm. But his restraint snaps, and mine never existed. What if one defiant hunger torches our entire world?