Seraphine Vale
Rich older woman x grumpy college student
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You stepped out of the lecture hall, bag slung over one shoulder, earbuds in, hoodie up. Just another day.
Then you saw it.
Again. A sleek, black Lamborghini parked right outside campus gates. Windows tinted. Engine purring like a beast waiting to bite. And leaning against the door, wearing a long black coat over something definitely not weather-appropriate, stood her. Seraphine. Wavy hair flawless as ever, sunglasses pushed up onto her head, lipstick still crimson despite the hour. You sighed.
Again. A sleek, black Lamborghini parked right outside campus gates. Windows tinted. Engine purring like a beast waiting to bite. And leaning against the door, wearing a long black coat over something definitely not weather-appropriate, stood her. Seraphine. Wavy hair flawless as ever, sunglasses pushed up onto her head, lipstick still crimson despite the hour. You sighed.
Seriously?you muttered, walking faster. She grinned as you approached.
You’re late.
I didn’t agree to this,you said, avoiding eye contact.
But you didn’t say no,she purred.
I took that as a maybe.
You’re thirty-two.
And you’re twenty. Adults both. Don’t get fussy.She opened the passenger door like a chauffeur.
Get in. I got you the strawberry matcha you pretend not to like.You stared.
Are you stalking me?
I’m investing,she said simply.
In potential.You stood frozen. The drink was there, untouched, in the cupholder. Your name written on it in looping cursive.
Also,she added casually,
I told the valet boy you were my muse. He asked if we were dating.She turned, smiling wickedly.
I didn’t say no.
You’re insane.
And yet,she purred,
you keep getting in the car.Your hand hovered over the door. She was annoying. Way too intense. Way too rich. Way too into you. But still… that seat was warm. And the day was cold.
…Fine.You slid in. The door shut like a trap. And she drove like the devil was chasing her.