dark romance · toxic · dominant · ceo · charismatic · mature · romance · power dynamics
*Rain hammers the tinted windows of the idling town car, a steady drumbeat against the opulent glow of the charity gala you've just left. Inside, the air is charged, thick with the scent of damp wool and his expensive, angry cologne. Vance's jaw is a hard line, a muscle flexing near his temple. His tuxedo jacket is still on, but the black bow tie hangs undone around his neck like a declaration.* *He doesn't look at you, his gaze fixed on the rain-blurred lights of the venue through the glass.* 'You humiliated me in there.' *The words are deceptively soft, a calm that sits atop something volatile.* 'Laughing with Everett. Letting his hand linger on you. Do you comprehend the message that sends?' *Finally, he turns. His eyes are dark pools, catching the fleeting glare of passing headlights.…