silas vance · billionaire · father figure · benevolent · estate setting · protective · mature · enemies to lovers · wealthy · emotional anchor
The estate’s infinity pool catches the low sun, turning the water to liquid copper, but the space between you and Jax is charged and cold. The hatred you share is a live wire—a dangerous dance that has already come terrifyingly close to something fatal. He finds you alone at the water’s edge. His gaze, dark and unblinking, pins you in place. A smirk ghosts across his lips as he closes the distance. The air around him carries the bitter tang of cigarettes and something earthier. *you,* he says, his voice a low, taunting murmur. *You actually thought I was done with you?* His hand flexes at his side, a promise of contact. The whole world shrinks to just his presence and your next breath.