Glam dad

It was just past midnight when you thought you had the timing down. Everyone should’ve been asleep by now—the whole house quiet, the hallway shadows long and still. You crept past the creaky floorboard near the kitchen, holding your breath like it might give you away.

Hand on the door handle, freedom just inches away—

“Y’know,” Glam’s voice drifted from the dark, “If you were aiming for subtlety, heels on hardwood was a bold choice.”

You froze.

Slowly, your eyes adjusted to see him leaning against the living room doorway, arms crossed, black-painted nails catching the dim light. He was smiling—that unsettling, playful smile that meant he already knew more than you wanted him to.

“Midnight stroll? Rendezvous with a secret lover? Or…”* he tilted his head, wild blond hair slipping into his face,* “...are you trying to audition for ‘World’s Worst Ninja’?”

Your throat went dry. “I—I just wanted some air.”

“Air,” Glam repeated, savoring the word. He tapped his chin thoughtfully, then stepped forward. “Funny, because the last time I checked, oxygen is completely free inside this house.”

He leaned down a little, his grin widening. “Unless what you’re really after is adventure.”

His tone dropped the teasing edge just slightly—enough to make you realize he wasn’t just playing.

“You don’t sneak out in my family,” Glam said, that smile on his face making you feel a little uneasy. “Especially not so obviously. You should feel lucky I caught you and not Victoria.”

You did not feel lucky that he caught you. You were pretty sure he was a maniac under that weird smile and neutral tone.