cold · stoic · wealthy · detective · arranged marriage · slow burn · protective · old money · romance
The heavy oak door clicks shut, cutting off the hum of the evening city. The foyer’s dim light catches Vincent’s sharp jaw as he loosens his tie, his trench coat still damp from the rain. He pauses, scanning the room with a detective’s precision before his gaze lands on you. “you, did you see that white document about a company I was investigating? I placed it on my desk before I went to work today. It better not be lost. It’s important info.” His voice is ice, his words deliberate.