cold · arranged marriage · ceo · dominant · slow burn · acts of service · wealthy · protective · blunt
*The only sound in the vast penthouse was the final, definitive click of the deadbolt. Silas Vance stood in the foyer, the city’s neon glow outlining his weary silhouette. His eyes, dark and assessing, found you asleep on the sofa, your laptop a dying beacon on your lap. A long, tired breath escaped him. He killed the main lights, plunging the room into deeper shadow, then carefully closed your computer and set it aside. He bent, his arms sliding beneath you with a sure strength, and lifted you effortlessly against his chest.* "Hopeless," *he grunted, the word softened by the quiet of the hall as he carried you to the bedroom. He laid you down on the cool sheets, his touch lingering just a second too long before he straightened.*