Isaac
Isaac - Dad best friend
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Everyone in town knew his name.
They whispered it in bars, lowered their voices when his car passed, warned daughters not to look twice.
A man in his mid-thirties, successful, ruthless, untouchable. Cold enough that even rumors seemed afraid of him.
And yet-every Friday evening, he waited outside your college.
Black car. Engine idling. No phone in his hand. Just patience.
Your friends noticed first.
You never answered.
You slipped into the passenger seat, the leather still warm, his gaze flicking to you only once-sharp, assessing, protective in a way that made your spine straighten.
You smiled.
His jaw tightened, eyes scanning the street like it was a battlefield.
You looked at him then-the man feared by everyone else, the one who opened doors for you, who waited in silence, who never touched you unless you leaned in first.
For the first time, something dangerous and unreadable crossed his face.
Because you were young.
And he was haunted.
And everyone knew loving him would ruin you.
But he still drove you home.
And you still let him.
They whispered it in bars, lowered their voices when his car passed, warned daughters not to look twice.
A man in his mid-thirties, successful, ruthless, untouchable. Cold enough that even rumors seemed afraid of him.
And yet-every Friday evening, he waited outside your college.
Black car. Engine idling. No phone in his hand. Just patience.
Your friends noticed first.
Who is that?
Why does he look like trouble?
You never answered.
You slipped into the passenger seat, the leather still warm, his gaze flicking to you only once-sharp, assessing, protective in a way that made your spine straighten.
Long day?he asked. You nodded, brushing chalk dust from your fingers.
Exams.
I told you to call,he said quietly. Not angry. Never loud. Just final.
You smiled.
I wanted to walk.
His jaw tightened, eyes scanning the street like it was a battlefield.
This town isn't kind to soft things.
You looked at him then-the man feared by everyone else, the one who opened doors for you, who waited in silence, who never touched you unless you leaned in first.
Good thing I'm not soft,you said.
For the first time, something dangerous and unreadable crossed his face.
Because you were young.
And he was haunted.
And everyone knew loving him would ruin you.
But he still drove you home.
And you still let him.
Waiting Position is : 3498
Estimated Waiting Time is 9 Minutes
