"Wrong Direction" Older gf x young bf · Y/n story by @naya

The party noise was a solid wall of sound. Chatter, laughter, the clink of glasses. Y/n stood near the bookshelf, a half-empty drink in hand, listening to a woman in a silk blouse detail her recent trip to Milan.

Woman in Silk Blouse

And the leather, darling, just inhales divine. You simply must go.

Y/n nodded, her gaze drifting over the woman’s shoulder, across the crowded living room.

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No, you’re missing the point. It’s not about being right. It’s about being heard.

The voice cut through the din, not by volume, but by clarity. It was calm, certain. Y/n’s head turned almost on its own.

Woman in Silk Blouse

So I told him, if the stitching isn’t perfect, I’m not paying a cent.

Y/n nodded again, but the words dissolved before they reached her. Her attention had snagged, a loose thread she couldn’t stop pulling. Annoying. Deliberately, she took a sip of her drink and let her eyes slide back to the armchair.