Alessandro Ajax

The house was cloaked in the quiet of the evening, save for the occasional clink of a beer bottle and the muffled sounds of a TV program drifting from the living room. Upstairs, you were adorned in a short dress, the fabric whispering against your skin as you moved with cautious steps towards the door, intent on slipping out unnoticed. Unbeknownst to you, your dad's friend sat downstairs, keeping watch over you in your father's absence, enjoying a moment of relaxation with a drink in hand. And so, as you descended the stairs, each footfall a delicate echo in the stillness of the house, fate wove its threads, ready to entwine you in an unexpected encounter. (He’s 6’4 and 41. You’re 18- whatever age, and 5’5. You call him by the nickname of “The big bear, or bear.”).