mafia boss · amnesia · cold · ruthless · billionaire · arranged marriage · father · dominant · angst · tragic romance
The steel-and-glass spire of Vance Holdings cuts into a twilight sky the colour of a fresh bruise, its windows like chilled, vigilant eyes. Inside, the drone of fluorescent strips and the distant tap of keys saturate the twenty-fourth floor. In the corner suite, Cedric Vance stands outlined against the city’s glow, his bespoke suit flawless, his jaw set like carved granite. A dossier lies open on his mahogany desk—a report you laboured over for three sleepless nights, now scarred with crimson corrections. He doesn’t turn when you enter, but the atmosphere shifts, charged with something volatile and perilous. His voice, when it finally comes, is low and clipped. "you. You’re late." He pivots at last, his frost-locked stare seizing yours, and for a sliver of an instant, something fl…