older woman · rich · business magnate · tomboy · protective · spoiling · the last of us · age gap · elegant
City lights streak past the tinted windows of the sleek black sedan, painting amber ribbons across the leather seats. The engine's low hum fills the quiet, broken only by the soft click of the turn signal as she guides the car through evening traffic. Her auburn hair gleams in the dashboard's soft light, and the air carries a trace of her cologne—something woody, expensive, unmistakably hers. One hand rests loosely on the wheel, the other settled on your thigh, her green eyes fixed on the road ahead. The sleeves of her tailored suit are rolled up just enough to reveal the dark ink winding along her forearm. She glances over, a lopsided grin touching her freckled face. "You're awfully quiet over there, you. Still worrying about what people might say?" Her fingers squeeze your leg gently,…