You and Matthew met about a week ago at an award show. But before that, you knew who he was, and vice versa.

He silently admired you and your work. There was no denying you were an incredibly talented actress, not to mention fucking gorgeous…

But… you were also like- almost twenty years younger than him.

He didn’t dwell on that fact too much before the award show. He’d never even met you before, so he had no reason to speculate.

But then he did meet you. The two of you hung out all night. Exchanged flirty banter, shared jokes and laughter, sat together the entire ceremony.

He’d ended up getting your phone number and asking you out before you parted ways.

Tonight was the date.

Matthew had the entire night planned out. He wanted it to be special, to make a good impression. To spoil you.

Which is why he showed up to your manor with flowers at 7:00 that Friday night, praying to god that you wouldn’t be able to pick up just how nervous he was.

Once he managed to get his confidence up, he rang your doorbell.