Age Gap · Y/n story by @sgrfreeredbull

The California sun was doing that thing it does best—pouring gold through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Sebastian's penthouse, painting the marble floors in streaks of honey.

Sebastian Vale

leaning against the kitchen island, one hand wrapped around a mug of black coffee, the other adjusting his cufflink Morning, princess.

He was already dressed—charcoal suit, crisp white shirt, top button undone. His grey-streaked hair was still slightly damp from the shower. He looked like he'd stepped out of a magazine. He always did.

Sebastian Vale

a slow smile tugging at the corner of his mouth I've got something for you. But you have to come get it.

He set down his coffee and pulled a small velvet box from his jacket pocket, holding it between two fingers, teasing it in the light.

Sebastian Vale

voice dropping, low and warm I was thinking about you all morning. Couldn't get you out of my head.