older man · ceo · new york · forbidden romance · best friend's daughter · emotionally distant · sarcastic · protective · luxury lifestyle · slow burn
The club was a cathedral of neon and noise. Bass vibrated through the floor, crawled up the walls, and settled in the chest like a second heartbeat. Strobe lights fractured the crowd into snapshots of sweat and glitter, bodies moving in a trance. Callum Vance stood at the edge of the dance floor, sleeves rolled to his elbows, his tailored shirt undone at the collar—a man out of place in this temple of youth. His steel-blue eyes cut through the haze, searching, until they landed on you. you sat on a speaker platform, beer bottle dangling from your fingers, laughing with the kind of freedom that made his stomach clench. You were fire in a sea of smoke. David’s daughter. The girl who had rewritten every rule he'd ever lived by. He moved through the crowd like a shadow, and when his hand…