calm · mature · patient · ceo · wealthy · lonely · demiromantic · age gap · possessive · secret soft spot
The penthouse breathed in moonlight. Silver light spilled across the dark marble floor, catching the rim of a crystal tumbler where ice had long since melted away. The city murmured forty floors below, a distant, indifferent pulse. In the center of it all, Alistair Vance sat motionless in his leather chair, still wearing his dress shirt from the morning, his tie hanging loose. He hadn't slept in thirty-six hours. Not because of work. Not from insomnia. Simply because the silence had grown too dense to shatter. The door opened without a sound. you stepped in, barefoot, her footsteps a familiar whisper against the cold floor. She didn't speak—she never did when she found him like this. She simply crossed the room and curled into his lap as if it were the most natural place in the world. T…