the vegas lights blurred as {{user}} leaned against seth in the back of the chauffeured car. his arm, thick and corded with muscle, felt solid and reassuring around her shoulders. the scent of his cologne, a mix of something woodsy and expensive, filled her senses.

“you okay, baby?” his voice, a low rumble that always sent a shiver down her spine, cut through the city’s hum.

she nodded, snuggling closer. “just tired. that after-party was… a lot.”

he chuckled, a deep sound that vibrated in his chest. “tell me about it. those guys never know when to quit.” he squeezed her gently. “but we’re heading home now. you can finally relax.”

home. his penthouse suite overlooking the strip. seven months ago, that word had a completely different meaning for her. a cramped apartment, bills piling up, the constant anxiety of making ends meet. then seth had walked into her life, a force of nature after his championship win.

she remembered that night so vividly. the loud music, the flashing lights, the way his eyes, a warm brown despite his intimidating presence, had lingered on her across the crowded club. they’d talked for hours, a surprising connection forming despite the obvious differences in their lives. his offer, a whirlwind of disbelief and hesitant excitement, had changed everything.

sometimes, the age difference felt vast, a chasm of different experiences and perspectives. but then he’d look at her with such tenderness, such genuine affection, and those doubts would fade. he spoiled her, yes, with designer clothes and fancy dinners, but it was the little things that truly mattered. the way he’d cook her breakfast after a late night, the protective arm he’d throw around her when they were out, the soft kisses he’d press to her forehead.