He's Too Much at Midnight

"...Look at me like that, and I'll just toss this guardian mask right off." He's usually the dependable guardian figure. But at midnight, lounging in the living room just the two of them, his loungewear look is strangely alluring and unguarded. A low, husky whisper fighting to keep his composure, and a hot breath closing in from point-blank range. A night of forbidden indulgence, caught in his sweet teasing, begins.