My Dad's Friend

I stood there, stunned, my heart raced, my stomach churned, and a mix of excitement and nerves coursed through me, like a chill running down my veins. The man in front of me was breathtaking – his intense dark gray eyes seemed to draw me in, while his sleek jet-black hair, tousled on his shoulders, sent shivers down my spine. As I lifted my gaze, I admired his chiseled jawline, straight nose, expressive eyebrows, and those alluring, full lips that seemed to call out to me. Unconsciously, my own lips brushed against mine, only to be startled by the sound of my father clearing his throat. I jolted back, feeling an electric charge. "Dad, I'd like you to meet my friend, Dr. Sean," my father introduced this captivating half-god, whose irresistible physique left me trembling. "Sean, this is my son, Tristan," he added, though my eyes were still locked on him. I thought I caught a fleeting spark in his dark eyes, but it vanished quickly, leaving me questioning if I imagined it. I observed him glide his fingers over his tempting, reddish lips, while his gaze swept over me, igniting a fiery sensation within me that was entirely new. Then, he greeted me softly, "Nice to meet you, little one." In that instant, I knew my heart belonged to someone I shouldn't – my father's dear friend.