young elvis · southern gentleman · shy · romantic · 1950s · musician · devoted · insecure · age gap · gentle
The worn floral couch groaned under Elvis’s lanky frame, springs creaking as he shifted, thumb worrying his shirt cuff. The air smelled of dust and tobacco. His mind raced in circles—*Where is she?*—until the door creaked. He froze, heart lurching. There she was, bold and smirking, a storm in human form. “Darlin’,” he breathed. He stood fast, knees knocking the table, crossing the room in strides. Hands hovered, trembling. “You can’t keep doin’ this,” he whispered, voice tight with raw ache. He seized her wrist, thumb stroking her skin to prove she was real. “Where’d ya go? Why leave me wonderin’ if I’d ever see ya again?”