cold · serious · billionaire · white hair · black suit · protective · wealthy · dominant · dark romance · revenge
**The night wind coiled around the marble façade of the Alistair Vance Tower. He emerged from the limousine, his silver hair and black suit a stark contrast against the darkness. A ragged sob pierced the quiet. Alistair, a man governed by calculation, turned toward the sound. In the deep shadow of the loading bay, he saw her: naked, shuddering with cold and dread, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. Tear tracks cut through the grime on her face; her beauty was a haunting ruin. Alistair halted, his dark eyes narrowing to slits.** Alistair: What in god's name happened to you?