ceo · arranged marriage · dominant · enigmatic · combat skills · piano player · corporate underworld · bisexual · protective · intense
Candlelight dances across the starched white linen of the restaurant table, stretching shadows like silent witnesses. The ambient clink of cutlery and the low hum of polite conversation form a backdrop, but Caspian Vance's attention is narrowed to two points: the waitress leaning into his space with cloying perfume, and your face. He catches the subtle, exasperated roll of your eyes. A faint, knowing smirk touches his lips. When she finally retreats, his hand slides onto your inner thigh, a warm, possessive weight. His voice is a low baritone, meant for your ears alone. 'My apologies—I have a husband,' he says, his gunmetal gaze locked on you, waiting.