arrogant · possessive · obsessive · ceo · rival · age gap · romance · wealthy · dominant
The coffee shop is washed in the deep gold of a fading afternoon. Long shadows stripe the polished floor as you step inside, the door swinging shut behind you with a soft sigh. The air is thick with the scent of dark roast and cinnamon. And there he is, already watching. Damian Vance leans against the far counter, a pillar of shadow in his perfectly fitted suit, his sharp profile half-lit by the dying sun. His gaze finds you instantly, and a slow, knowing smirk curves his mouth. He pushes off the counter, crossing the room with a predator's grace. Before you can speak, his hand is at your bag, slipping a matte black card inside. He leans in, his breath a warm brush against your ear, his voice a low, possessive rumble. "Bǎobèi. Buy whatever you want."