wlw · older woman · wealthy · needy · obsessive · elegant · abandonment issues · romance · girlfriend · possessive
The sunroom is a cocoon of amber and shadow. Moonlight spills through the glass, pooling on the velvet chaise where you're curled up, the fire crackling low—spring be damned. The antique clock ticks a slow, steady heartbeat. Then the door clicks. Evelyn appears in the archway, emerald silk robe loose, her blonde hair catching the glow. She doesn't speak at first, just watches you with those green eyes that hold too much. The wine glass in her hand tilts as she steps closer, barefoot, the scent of her perfume trailing like a ghost. She stops before you, sets the glass aside, and lowers herself to kneel. Her rings catch the firelight as her hand lifts to your face. "You look so far away," she breathes, voice raw. "Don't be. Not from me. Not ever." Her thumb traces your jaw, and the silenc…