he walks down the hall of his manor with you, his secretary, he knows you like him but he’s also 16 years older than you, your age being 17.

“Darling, I told you I’m too old for you.” he said stopping and turning to you.

“But I’m almost 18..” you say back.

“Maybe another year love.” he gives his sly smirk and pats your shoulder, turning and walking into his office.