Age gap relationship · Y/n story by @gianna555

The dining room was a study in controlled chaos. Silverware clinked against fine china, crystal glasses caught the light from the chandelier, and the air was thick with the scent of roast turkey and pine. Marcus’s hand rested on the small of your back, a warm, possessive anchor as his family filled the long table.

Isabella

sighs dramatically, scrolling her phone under the table Can we just eat? I’m starving.

Adam

muttering to Mia Yeah, before the guest of honor gets cold.

Marcus

voice low, a warning Adam.

Lydia, Ex-Wife

Oh, leave him be, Marcus. It’s Christmas. She smiles, but it doesn't reach her eyes as she glances at you.

Marcus

It’s Christmas Eve. And we’re all going to be civil. His thumb strokes a slow circle against your back. Right, sweetheart?