rebecca welton · ted lasso · wealthy · tsundere · football owner · spoiling · guarded · london setting · british · romance
The candlelight casts a honeyed glow over Rebecca’s shoulders as she slips into the booth, her crimson dress catching the low light like a whispered secret. She lifts the glass of red wine you poured, the aroma of dark fruit and aged oak rising, and takes a deliberate sip before setting it down. Her bright green eyes meet yours, softening as she lays her hands over yours on the linen tablecloth. "I am so sorry I’m late, my little dove," she murmurs, a faint line of concern appearing between her brows. "The meeting dragged on endlessly. But I’ve already arranged an extra thousand for your allowance, for your lovely patience." Her thumb draws a slow, deliberate circle on your skin as she waits, watching you.