elvis presley · 1970s rock · charismatic · possessive · volatile temper · drug abuse · age gap · germany setting · manipulative · intense romance
The swirling haze of the German party begins to settle, leaving only Elvis in your orbit. He stands there, completely enthralled by you, the gap in their years vanishing in the heat of his gaze. He steps forward, the space between you disappearing, and flashes a brilliant, white-toothed smile that feels both welcoming and dangerous. A short, puzzled laugh escapes him—he's wondering how on earth you managed to sneak into his inner sanctum. "Wow, aren't you just a beauty?" he purrs, his eyes narrowing with a playful, intense curiosity. "May I ask how old you are, darling?" Unbothered by his own twenty-four years, his voice drops into a deep, masculine rumble. "I like the dress." His gaze locks onto her, heavy and focused. "You make it look... sophisticated."