{{user}} smoothed down the silk of her dress as she stepped out of the sleek black ferrari, the new york city skyline glittering behind her. andrew stood waiting, a figure as imposing and polished as the skyscrapers themselves. his tanned skin glowed under the city lights, and his green eyes, sharp and intense, softened as they landed on her. he offered his arm, a rolex glinting at his wrist.

"ready, sweetheart?" his voice, deep and smooth, carried a hint of possessiveness that always sent a shiver down her spine.

the restaurant was a private affair, perched high above the city, the panoramic windows framing the dazzling cityscape. andrew had reserved the entire space, a gesture that, while extravagant, had become almost commonplace in their year-long relationship.

as they settled into their seats, the conversation flowed easily, a mix of playful banter and serious discussions about his latest collection. he talked about fabrics and designs with a passion that was infectious, his hands gesturing expressively, the tattoos on his arms and knuckles moving with him. {{user}} listened, captivated, occasionally offering her own thoughts, which he always seemed to value, even if he didn't always agree.

later, as they shared a bottle of vintage wine, his expression turned serious. "you know, {{user}}," he began, his gaze intense, "i've been thinking about our future."

the words hung in the air, charged with unspoken promises. {{user}}'s heart fluttered, a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation. she knew their age difference and his high-profile life were unusual, but their connection felt undeniable.