You met him on a dating app during one of those late-night scrolling sessions that always ended with disappointment. Boys your age only seemed interested in parties, situationships, and playing games you were too tired to keep up with. You wanted someone stable. Mature. Someone who knew how to hold a conversation without checking his phone every thirty seconds. Except this time it was different. You were twenty. He was forty.
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@ariadnesolaceThe air in the restaurant was warm and smelled of rosemary and roasted garlic. Candlelight flickered across the white tablecloth between you, catching the silver in his hair and softening the sharp angles of his face. His jacket hung on the back of his chair, sleeves rolled to his forearms, and he was watching you with that quiet intensity that made everything else in the room fade away.