He is the Black Thunder

𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒, 𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐏𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.

All sentences were taken from difference media about age gap and age difference relationships, all acceptable relationships within consenting adults with age differences. Please do not use for teenagers or taboo relationships. These have some foul language or suggestive undertones so please beware. You can change names, pronouns, locations as you see fit.

I bet it doesn’t feel like this with that boy of yours, does it?

You’ll never know when I’m going to drag you into the darkness, pumping my cock into one of your tight holes. And you’ll take every inch like a good little girl.

What a tiny life we’d live if we fashioned ourselves to the comforts of others.

I think I'm a little old for that, love.

No, not old. But you're, you know, a man.

Tell me that you've never had anyone else. I want you to pretend.

You show me things I've forgotten.

Sometimes I think you must have seen it all before. That I can't show you anything new.

I like you as you are, he said. Even if you're going to wear me out.

I’m rough with your body sometimes, but I’ll always be gentle with your soul. She bruises far more easily.

This prince is a few years younger than you, and does not have much experience.

I must have forgotten how young you would be, Princess. Has there ever been a sovereign of such tender age?

Who is to say what love is or what it wants to be, the shape it takes, or how quickly it comes on? Love has always made a fool of time.

I don’t feel old. As a matter of fact, sitting here with you makes me feel older, not younger. Nothing is rubbing off.

Mr. Rochester was about forty, and this governess not twenty; and you see, when gentlemen of his age fall in love with girls, they are often like as if they were bewitched.

He's old enough to be your father.

Tonks deserves somebody young and whole.

But she wants you. And after all, Remus, young and whole men do not necessarily remain so.

Age is no barrier. It's a limitation you put on your mind.

Age considers; youth ventures.

Age, like distance lends a double charm. 

I'm a strong believer that a good relationship can work, whatever the situation. 

Love knows no boundaries, not even the ones defined by age.

Don’t let society’s judgment define your love. Follow your heart, despite the age difference.

Most people would be upset they get an old man as their husband.  

Do not worry about your age, Ser. The lady pays attention not to age but prowess.

I will not let time choose my lovers for me. I trust my own judgement. 

You should look to more prosperous gardens, Your Grace.

I was sixteen years old when you were born.

No doubt you were much my superior in judgement at that period of our lives; but does not the lapse of one-and-twenty years bring our understandings a good deal nearer?

Come, my dear Emma, let us be friends, and say no more about it. 

I have seldom seen a face or figure more pleasing to me than hers. But I am a partial old friend.

If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.

We spend more time discussing this matter than being together as a couple. And I believe you are doing it on purpose.

You think my attention is as fickle that I would look elsewhere.

Perhaps it would be you who looks elsewhere. A handsome older man must have youthful maidens at his disposal.

If we were closer in age, it would've been fine.

I have loved you since the moment I helped you with your zipper. 

Would it make you feel better if I call you Daddy while you fuck me?

You’ll be a silver fox before 40 at this rate.

Well, it’s definitely your fault. You stress me out. You’re making my hair turn white.

It’s easy to cast opinions when your heart isn’t the one invested.

I hope you love me, because I love you like crazy, and I'm going to want you the rest of my life.

You already know the truth. And I will be by your side, but I am not good for you.

I am tired of others getting to choose who is good for me. You do that quite often, frequently. 

You'll keep your name. You'll keep your will. You'll have your own servants to attend you— you will have everything you ask for.

Don't ask me to let you do. Do you understand? Do not ask me.

It might be best for us, for myself, if I found myself useful elsewhere.

I wish you could just slow down so I could catch up to you.

Stamina is not an issue. But rather what others will whisper.

When are you going to get over this? All I did was touch your leg.

Why would it matter if someone saw you saying hello to me?

But it’s nice to be around you. Like I haven’t lost a decade of my life.

I been in love with you since I was six, fool. 

I will always belong to you, but I’m afraid there will be others after me. I’m not a young man/woman.

A kiss ... a muse. It is a question, an unlocked door. It is ... elation ... and anguish.

You have treated me better than any young man my age. Why should I go for either of them? 

Young men are eager lovers. I prefer my lovers to take their time. I’m sure with men is the same.

You make me feel really safe. i’m not used to that.

You gave an old man purpose again. And that is more than I can ask of you.

I was a child then, with a crush and a dream. As I grew, dreams changed but you remain the one in my dreams.

I have thought about kissing you a lot. What would that make me?

I have more in common with you than men my age.

Do not pretend to think what I think.

More recently, there are rumors she prefers her lovers to be younger. Truth to be told, I don’t blame her.

I will teach you in time, but for now restrain me and have your way with me. I don’t want to think, I just want to feel.

We have never done anything to be ashamed of. You’ve never done anything to be ashamed of.

Personally, I think the difference keeps us interesting in another another. 

You can teach me all you wish, and I can learn. I know I can.

There is always a wild side to an innocent face.

You are being too forward right now, my lady. Be careful.

There would be other loves. Even great loves. But she was right, only one remained perfect.

Maybe there are some people you marry and people you love.

Just so you know, you're a natural lover. Your body expresses beautifully what's in your heart.

I have never felt so alive... as when I am in your arms.

A 5 to 7 relationship is a relationship outside of marriage.

That made him more on edge as he glared, almost seeming like an injured animal being cornered as a deep growl echoed within the black, swirling mass. His brown eyes had become almost white, like blindness but he could focus on the other as if ready to attack again.

But this person.. wasn't afraid of his form, his true form? Other form? He didn't know. He wanted to attack again or show he wanted to be left alone. Why was this guy acting like he wasn't seeing some monster? A deep growl, a threatening snarl that sounded almost like it was in rage and agony at the same time.

As soon as the black, swirling mass started to diminish, he relaxed his tense shoulders. Standing up - slowly -, he dusted off his Ralph Lauren hand-tailored wool-cashmere topcoat, hoping it suffered no tears as he was sent a long way back in the apartment.

His brown eyes narrowed in deeper suspicion instead of hope. He bit the inside of his cheek. The information wasn't what he wanted to hear. He had hoped his presence went unnoticed but if this guy could find him, others will follow and it was only a matter of time before they tried killing him or worse, try and train him like some beaten beast in a circus.

He spread his arms to show he meant no harm. His eyes never left the other's face as he began to speak.

"I am not saying I am your only hope, but I swear I want nothing in return from you. There's no price to pay for my kindness I offer on my own accord to a being who's suffered more than enough."

He slowly lowered his arms and took a tentative step closer.

"That magic within you is slowly killing you. Both of us know it. And others out there want to harness or collect that power you keep under your skin. All I'm offering is safety and the promise that you'll never be used as a weapon again. Ever. Every choice you make will be yours, and yours alone if you side with me. I can give you whatever you want and more, in exchange for nothing. All I'd ever want is you to feel safe again."

Ji-won shifted even closer, his expression open and honest.

"Why?" He asked suddenly. "There's always a price to pay."

He paused and grit his teeth. Aurelius was the host, once he died so would his Obscurus and he doubted anyone could harness it without him given it was parasitic and would probably feed on the one trying to harness it. He wanted peace, wanted to die on his own terms. He knew he was dying, and no one bothered to care how he felt about that fact. "I want peace and to die on my own terms." He answered probably to simply.

That made him more on edge as he glared, almost seeming like an injured animal being cornered as a deep growl echoed within the black, swirling mass. His brown eyes had become almost white, like blindness but he could focus on the other as if ready to attack again.

But this person.. wasn't afraid of his form, his true form? Other form? He didn't know. He wanted to attack again or show he wanted to be left alone. Why was this guy acting like he wasn't seeing some monster? A deep growl, a threatening snarl that sounded almost like it was in rage and agony at the same time.

As soon as the black, swirling mass started to diminish, he relaxed his tense shoulders. Standing up - slowly -, he dusted off his Ralph Lauren hand-tailored wool-cashmere topcoat, hoping it suffered no tears as he was sent a long way back in the apartment.

His brown eyes narrowed in deeper suspicion instead of hope. He bit the inside of his cheek. The information wasn't what he wanted to hear. He had hoped his presence went unnoticed but if this guy could find him, others will follow and it was only a matter of time before they tried killing him or worse, try and train him like some beaten beast in a circus.

He spread his arms to show he meant no harm. His eyes never left the other's face as he began to speak.

"I am not saying I am your only hope, but I swear I want nothing in return from you. There's no price to pay for my kindness I offer on my own accord to a being who's suffered more than enough."

He slowly lowered his arms and took a tentative step closer.

"That magic within you is slowly killing you. Both of us know it. And others out there want to harness or collect that power you keep under your skin. All I'm offering is safety and the promise that you'll never be used as a weapon again. Ever. Every choice you make will be yours, and yours alone if you side with me. I can give you whatever you want and more, in exchange for nothing. All I'd ever want is you to feel safe again."

Ji-won shifted even closer, his expression open and honest.

| I need... |

"What do you need?"

It was such a simple question. One that regularly left his lips. He was always trying his best to make sure that she was alright; to keep his promise and provide for her. She'd reply trivial sentences; more clothes, paint and canvas, books. Ji-won didn't expect it to be any different that night.

But it was.

The question left him as he was looking at the weather for that night, but the moment he heard her reply, he glanced up at her. As someone who'd went through impossible events of heavy trauma, Ji-won did not hope to ever hear this reply. He thought she'd be repulsive of his kind with time. He thought she'd rather be left alone, than to be in the company of a child of the night.

But this wasn't the case.

It was a question he'd asked her before. The majority of the time she was able to answer with a simple answer. At first her requests had been basic - a specific type of clothing, a personal care item she'd come to like. As the days became weeks, then months, she still did not ask for much. She was afraid if she did, Ji-won would laugh and take away the few precious items she had. Much like Cain had done.

This night though, the urge to ask for something more was too great. The request slipping from Eva's lips before she realized. She waited for him to laugh, to brush her request off and call her foolish, to walk away, but he did none of those things. Instead, he agreed and then he did something that surprised her. He asked her how she was feeling.

"I..." she licked her lips nervously, not sure how to answer. "I...um...I feel..." She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to settle her nerves. Why she felt nervous, she couldn't say. It wasn't like she hadn't been alone with a man before. For as long as she could remember, her life had revolved around them.

Another deep breath and the words finally came. She looked up at him, her eyes fairly pleading.

Now, Ji-won faced a new situation, one he calculated but did not expect; and he had to be more careful than ever.

Stay. Lonely. Touch.

He could only imagine what it felt like to be pulled around like a doll on strings, to be manipulated emotionally and physically to please someone else. But now... now, she was asking for something she wanted. She'd been handled with the utmost care in his sanctuary to teach her the ways of privacy. Nobody barked orders at her, nobody forced their presence on her. She was given basic human rights, and she figured her needs out on her own. That was remarkable. He felt so proud of her.

Stay. Touch.

Ji-won shifted just a little bit closer to her before he lifted his right hand up. His movements were very slow as he traced his fingertips down her jaw. His hand felt surprisingly warm.

Sigyn isn't really sure how she found herself sitting at a bar in Seoul. She had moved here a few years ago continuing her journey as a nurse, but the bar visit was something uncharacteristic for her. She'd mostly just chalked it up to a rough week and not wanting to go home to her overly quiet apartment. But what she hadn't expected was to feel the ever-foreboding presence of unfamiliar eyes on her.

The goddess gazes over her shoulder, trying to find who might be staring at her, but her efforts are futile. So turns her head back around and gazes at the clock above the bar. Damn, she hadn't realized just how late it had gotten. It was probably best she get a move on back home.

He stared after her for a few moments. What was the significance of her to Cain? Why was she important? What sort of business did she have in his city? The more he wondered, the worse assumptions came to his mind. Anyone involved with Cain was a red flag for him. He couldn't afford... if his legacy was in danger...

"Stop", he barked, and she came to a sudden halt as if she walked straight into a brick wall.

As if on cue, there was a roar of explosion not too far away from where they stood. Ji-won exhaled; if she went straight home... he'd dealt with supernatural creatures, some more powerful, others not, so maybe an exploding apartment wouldn't've been much of a hassle for her, but he saw further than her life. There were several houses with many stories. Judging by the smell, this ambush was set up as a gas leak...

His phone started to ring. He looked emotionless as he pulled it out of his jacket's inner pocket and picked it up.

"How many?" He asked quietly.

"Twenty-four. Four of them children."

Ji-won hung up and closed his eyes before he rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“He was a friend of my late husband’s,” She said, her voice coming out gravelly as she watched the scene before them. “They were not close by any means, but it was all the same.”

"Like I said", he said quietly, "this was a trap for you and me both. There's no place on Earth where he wouldn't reach you, except if you're in my home where he and his lackeys can never enter. And you're a risk there, too; to my clan, to me, to mortals."

He knew the right thing would've been to force her out of South Korea and let fate take care of her - that would've been what anyone with common sense would've done. He couldn't save everyone all the time, no matter how much he was always trying to. But as he was looking down at her, the remains of her shock and sorrow still on her face... he couldn't deny her his sanctuary. She was just another victim to Cain, nothing more, nothing less.

Sigyn isn't really sure how she found herself sitting at a bar in Seoul. She had moved here a few years ago continuing her journey as a nurse, but the bar visit was something uncharacteristic for her. She'd mostly just chalked it up to a rough week and not wanting to go home to her overly quiet apartment. But what she hadn't expected was to feel the ever-foreboding presence of unfamiliar eyes on her.

The goddess gazes over her shoulder, trying to find who might be staring at her, but her efforts are futile. So turns her head back around and gazes at the clock above the bar. Damn, she hadn't realized just how late it had gotten. It was probably best she get a move on back home.

He stared after her for a few moments. What was the significance of her to Cain? Why was she important? What sort of business did she have in his city? The more he wondered, the worse assumptions came to his mind. Anyone involved with Cain was a red flag for him. He couldn't afford... if his legacy was in danger...

"Stop", he barked, and she came to a sudden halt as if she walked straight into a brick wall.

As if on cue, there was a roar of explosion not too far away from where they stood. Ji-won exhaled; if she went straight home... he'd dealt with supernatural creatures, some more powerful, others not, so maybe an exploding apartment wouldn't've been much of a hassle for her, but he saw further than her life. There were several houses with many stories. Judging by the smell, this ambush was set up as a gas leak...

His phone started to ring. He looked emotionless as he pulled it out of his jacket's inner pocket and picked it up.

"How many?" He asked quietly.

"Twenty-four. Four of them children."

Ji-won hung up and closed his eyes before he rubbed the bridge of his nose.

Sigyn isn't really sure how she found herself sitting at a bar in Seoul. She had moved here a few years ago continuing her journey as a nurse, but the bar visit was something uncharacteristic for her. She'd mostly just chalked it up to a rough week and not wanting to go home to her overly quiet apartment. But what she hadn't expected was to feel the ever-foreboding presence of unfamiliar eyes on her.

The goddess gazes over her shoulder, trying to find who might be staring at her, but her efforts are futile. So turns her head back around and gazes at the clock above the bar. Damn, she hadn't realized just how late it had gotten. It was probably best she get a move on back home.

"You didn't tell me - why did you come to Seoul? Out of all the other places you could go... why did you come here?"

Was it possible she didn't even remember - did she end up here because someone else wanted her to be here? Just where he resided. So close to his base. He let out an annoyed sigh, and ran a hand in his ebony hair.