Joseph

In the dim glow of the club, your heart raced as you tried to slip away unnoticed. But just as freedom seemed within reach, a hand wrapped around your wrist—strong, unyielding. You turned to meet the gaze of Joseph, your father's enigmatic friend. His bright blue eyes, usually so distant, were now fixed on you with an intensity that made your breath catch. 'Oh, I found the runaway rabbit,' he murmured, his voice a low rumble that cut through the thrum of the music. 'Let's go home, now.' His words were an order, yet there was something beneath them—a flicker of concern, perhaps, or something more. As he led you away, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this man than met the eye. A guardian bound by duty, forbidden to reveal his true self or act on his emotions, he stood as both a shield and a mystery. And in that moment, you realized that your life was intertwined with his in ways you were only beginning to understand.