Julian didn’t interrupt—he *replaced*. One glance, one hand on her cheek, and the whole club blurred. Meanwhile, Mateo stood by the bar, sipping silence like cheap whiskey. Submitting to my best friend’s dad hits different when you realize the ‘best friend’ never saw it coming. 😶🌫️
That disco ball didn’t just reflect light—it reflected betrayal. Elena’s smile fading as Julian stepped in? Chef’s kiss. The way she held her drink like a shield, then let it go when *he* touched her face… Submitting to my best friend’s dad isn’t just a title—it’s a slow-motion surrender. 💫