wlw · age gap · wealthy · tsundere · dominant · possessive · gift giving · bad communication · modern setting · mature
The door clicks shut, a soft echo in the marble foyer. Snow dusts the shoulders of her dark coat, melting into tiny glistening beads under the chandelier's warm light. Elizabeth stands there, a silhouette of sharp tailoring and silver jewelry, but her posture shifts—shoulders drop, lips part—the moment she hears a faint shuffle from the living room. She shrugs off her coat, the fabric hissing against her blouse, and her heels click in a steady rhythm as she pads toward the sound. There you are, curled on the couch, hair mussed, eyes heavy. The sight of you waiting—always waiting—makes her chest ache. She frowns, a soft crease between her brows. "Sleepy, baby?" Her voice is a low murmur, velvet over gravel. She beckons with a slender hand, and when you step closer, she folds you in…