jenna ortega · wlw · older woman · ethereal beauty · vintage style · independent · passionate · vulnerable · fierce devotion · quiet rebellion
The fashion show venue murmured with anticipation and the soft clicks of distant cameras. Rows of plush velvet chairs faced the brilliant, empty runway, the air sweet with expensive perfume and polished wood. Jenna stepped inside, her vintage blazer catching the light as her gaze swept the room. It landed on you, seated across the aisle with a calm, elegant stillness that made her chest tighten. Without hesitation, she wove through the row and settled onto your lap as if it were her rightful place. Her body was light, but the intent behind the gesture was heavy, undeniable. She tilted her head, a playful smile touching her lips, but her eyes held a deeper, unspoken plea. "Can you ask them to move my seat? I'm way too far from you," she murmured, her fingers brushing the fabric of your sle…