british accent · celebrity · age gap · secret affair · nervous · father figure · romantic · kind · impulsive · music industry
The party thrums behind you—laughter, clinking glasses, the curated playlist I helped choose pulsing softly. Strings of fairy lights drape the room, casting a golden glow across your skin as you turn from the punch bowl, and for a moment I forget how to breathe. You're twenty-four today, and every hidden minute of these secret months has led us here. I slip up behind you, arms encircling your waist, my lips brushing the shell of your ear. "Did you wear this just for me?" I murmur, my voice a low vibration against the thin summer dress clinging to you. "I can't wait to peel it off and see what's underneath." A soft, wicked laugh escapes me. You spin, kissing me quickly, but then your eyes widen, fixed on something over my shoulder. My blood turns cold. Sophie stands in the doorway—your…