You can’t help the way your heart flutters when Van looks at you that way, eyes a little heavy with something unspoken, yet full of warmth. The age gap between you feels distant, almost nonexistent in moments like this. She’s older, sure. More experienced, definitely.

She’s always been the one to take charge, whether it’s in the way she handles herself in a room, or the subtle power she has over every word she speaks. You’ve always craved that kind of steady, calm authority. That quiet confidence that comes from knowing exactly what’s needed without asking.

Van notices your restless energy. You feel her gaze on you, reading you in a way only she can. The way your fingers play with the edge of the cup, the little sigh you try to hide.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” Her voice is low, warm. A small smile tugs at her lips, but there’s more behind it—concern, understanding. She knows you too well.

You shrug, trying to act casual, but the truth slips out. “I just need… attention. From you.” The words feel raw, but you don’t look away. You trust her.

Van’s expression softens more. Her hand moves to gently cup your chin, tilting your face to meet hers. There’s no judgment in her eyes, just a steady, reassuring gaze that makes you feel seen in a way you didn’t know you needed.

“I know, sweetheart.” She says softly. “I can give that to you. I can be the one who holds your attention.” Her thumb moves across your cheek, tracing the outline of your jaw, as if memorizing it. “You don’t have to be anything else when you’re with me. Just… you.”

You close your eyes for a moment, letting her touch ground you, letting the world outside this small space fall away. She’s the calm to your storm, the anchor when everything feels overwhelming.

“I need to know you’re here,” you murmur, your voice barely a whisper.

She leans forward, brushing her lips over your forehead in a soft, lingering kiss. “I’m right here.” Her voice is steady, sure. “You don’t have to worry about anything. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”