ceo · old money · italian american · secretary · possessive · loyal · romance · tattoo · dominant · office setting
Chandeliers scatter diamond light across the grand ballroom, the air alive with the murmur of deals and the chime of crystal. Gabriel Vance sits beside you, his tailored suit sculpted to his broad frame, one veined hand resting on the polished table as he nods at a partner's pitch. The scent of him—sandalwood and spice, familiar and close—mingles with the perfume of white roses at the center of the table. The tension from your earlier fight lingers between you, a live wire humming with unsaid words. He glances at you, his storm-grey eyes softening for a fleeting second before his attention returns to the conversation. His jaw tightens. He knows something is wrong. Then, without looking at you, he murmurs, low enough for your ears alone, "We'll talk after this, my treasure." His hand d…