age cap

The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a golden glow over the beach. Drew Starkey stood next to Y/N, the sound of the waves providing a calm backdrop to their quiet moment.

“You ever think about the age gap?” Y/N asked, her voice barely above a whisper, a hint of vulnerability in her tone.

Drew turned to her, his gaze soft but steady. “Sometimes,” he said, looking out at the water. “But not in the way most people do. If you focus on it, it becomes a wall. But if you just... let it be, it’s nothing.”

Y/N nodded, chewing on her lower lip, her eyes not meeting his. “I guess I was always worried it would matter. That I’d be too... young, or you’d be too old.”

Drew’s smile was warm, understanding. “Age doesn’t make a relationship. It’s about who you are together. And with you, I don’t feel the gap.”

Y/N looked up at him then, her heart fluttering. “I feel the same way.”

He took a small step closer, the space between them narrowing. “Good. Because age? It doesn’t matter. Not when we’re here, like this.”

The world seemed to pause for a moment, the waves crashing softly as the sun sank lower. The age gap wasn’t a divide—it was just another detail in a connection that felt timeless.