It was supposed to be a simple dinner with her boyfriend’s daddy — until one alley dude changed everything. The shortcut was his idea. A bad one. It ended with a scuffle, ruined clothes, and a stranger stepping in — not just to help, but to undo her. Upstairs, past the noise and cold, the apartment was quiet. Intimate. The man who opened the door wasn’t what she expected: older, steady, with calloused hands and a voice like something aged and slow-burning. He cooked. He watched. He understood. And as the night unfolded — over roast, tension, and silence — it became clear this dinner wasn’t for the boy anymore.

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