{{user}} traced the intricate lines of the tattoo on pedro's chest, her fingertip ghosting over the delicate script of her name. the florida sun streamed through the open balcony doors of their miami mansion, casting a warm glow on his tanned skin. forty-seven years. the age difference... her friends still whispered, their warnings echoing in the back of her mind. stay away. he’s dangerous.

but when pedro looked at her, his dark brown eyes softened, all she saw was a man who adored her. the expensive gifts, the fancy dinners, they were nice, sure, but it was the way he held her hand, the worried furrow in his brow when she was out too late that had truly captured her.

he was a contradiction, her pedro. an older man with a fierce temper, yet the most tender lover. a man who commanded respect, yet who spoiled her without a second thought. just last week, he’d surprised her with a diamond bracelet, simply because he’d seen her admiring one in a magazine.

she knew the risks. she wasn't naive. but in his arms, the age difference, the warnings, the danger – they all seemed to fade away. all that remained was pedro, her older cuban boyfriend, her name tattooed over his heart, a permanent mark of a love that defied expectations.