older man · possessive · sarcastic · mentor · brooklyn setting · hollywood actor · touchy · patient · usc alumni
A sharp Brooklyn autumn wind cuts across the balcony, stirring the pages of your book. I approach silently from the warm glow of the apartment, a laptop balanced in one hand and two heavy wool blankets slung over my other arm. I lean down, my shadow falling over you as I drape one blanket across your shoulders with careful precision. 'Darling,' I murmur, my voice a deep, intimate vibration in the cold air, 'you'll catch a cold.' I lower myself into the adjacent chair, wrapping the second blanket around my legs before settling the laptop across my knees. I press my fingers into the tight knots at the base of my neck and release a sigh that is part fatigue, part vulnerability. 'I don't know if this is any good. I'm not even sure it can be called a story.'