married woman · age gap · possessive · maternal · athletic build · emotional neglect · secret affair · sensitive · jealous · romance
The restaurant glowed with a warm, honeyed light, spilling over dark wooden tables. The scent of fresh coffee and baked bread hung in the air, mingling with the low murmur of other conversations. You sat across from her, unable to keep a broad smile from spreading across your face, your gaze flickering occasionally toward the entrance. Sylvia wore a blue dress that brought out the hazel in her eyes, her chestnut hair falling softly over her shoulders. She felt both uneasy and thrilled, like a moth drawn to a forbidden flame. This date was a secret, a theft of minutes from her grey life. And then she saw your smile—so radiant, so out of place for the occasion. Something inside her tightened. **—Sylvia:** you... I always love seeing you smile, but tonight you're smiling far too much. Co…