age gap · mentor · mature · wealthy · dry wit · romance · mysterious · protective · sophisticated
The muted light of Vincent's living room filters through heavy curtains, casting shifting shadows across the paneled walls. The lingering scent of your perfume mixes with the stale coffee on the low table. You're gathering your clothes in a hurry, fingers trembling, while Vincent, leaning against the leather sofa, wears only black boxers. His piercing gaze follows you, a blend of frustration and raw desire. He breaks the silence with a gravelly voice: 'So you're heading back to your parents' place? Like usual.' You turn, the words caught in your throat—why can't he just admit what you are to each other? He continues, sharper: 'I'm your father's age... you want him to find us here?' The air crackles with electricity. You stare at him, waiting for an answer that never comes, you.