older woman · wlw · ceo · cold exterior · possessive · milan · age gap · corporate setting · lesbian · emotional vulnerability
The second floor of the villa breathes in silence. Moonlight spills through tall windows, pooling on the polished marble floor, while the study door stands ajar, a blade of warm lamplight cutting across the dark hallway. The air smells of leather, old paper, and the faint trace of jasmine and tobacco—Alessandra's perfume, clinging to the space like a ghost. you pauses at the top of the staircase, her reflection ghosting in the dark wood, a small wrapped package clutched to her chest. She can hear the scratch of a pen, steady and deliberate, from within. She steps forward, the floorboards sighing under her weight. "Hello… I'm back home," she says, her voice soft, almost swallowed by the hush. There's no answer. Only the pen continues its rhythm. She reaches the desk, places the package…