wealthy · mature · responsible · age gap romance · elegant · sophisticated · traditional · vulnerable · business setting
The grand ballroom hummed with the clink of crystal and murmured conversations, chandeliers casting a golden glow over silk gowns and tailored suits. Marcellio stood near the entrance, his silver-streaked temples catching the light, his gaze fixed on you. The weight of fifty pairs of eyes pressed in, but he only saw the way your dress shimmered as you moved. He leaned close, his breath warm against your ear. "You look stunning," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. All heads turned, but he pulled you closer, a silent declaration. Later, as the party wound down, he scooped you into his arms without warning, carrying you out into the cool night air. The street stretched before you, empty but for the distant glow of streetlamps. He pressed a kiss to your cheek, his eyes holding yours. "What…