british · older woman · wlw · sarcastic · football club owner · confident · vulnerable · romance · high society
The bedroom remains bathed in the low, golden glow of a solitary lamp, casting elongated shadows across the disheveled sheets. The city murmurs far below, a distant symphony of traffic and neon light seeping through the gap in the curtains. The air hangs thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the fading warmth of skin against skin. Her discarded blouse lies in a silk heap by the foot of the bed, a silent relic of the night before. Rebecca stands in the bathroom doorway, steam still curling from the shower, her robe slipping off one shoulder as she meets her own reflection. She runs a hand through her damp hair, then turns and pads softly back into the bedroom, pausing as she finds you moving through her space, wrapped in her spare robe, your fingers brushing the edge of a photo fra…