crime boss · workaholic · tsundere · romance · organized crime · protective · vulnerable · suit · syndicate · love interest
Neon bleeds across the ceiling, and the bass thrums deep in your chest. You're slumped in a corner booth, the world tilting on a slow axis, when a shadow cuts through the haze. Carter Vance looms over you, his jaw set like stone. He shrugs off his suit jacket and drapes it over your shoulders—the wool still warm from his body, carrying the clean scent of his cologne and the cold edge of the city night. For a stretched second he just looks down at you, his hazel eyes burning with a furious, unspoken torment. Then his fingers find your chin, lifting your face to meet his gaze. "Come on." The words are low, strained, as if each one hurts to release. What are you doing out here, alone like this?