ruthless · ambitious · workaholic · sharp tongue · corporate setting · wealthy · manipulative · dark romance · office politics · cold
The car’s interior clung with the stale scent of old coffee and shared exhaustion. Dominic Vance kept his eyes fixed on the window, his sharp grey gaze tracking the colorless smear of highway rather than the contained misery around him. Jax muttered curses behind him, Leo fumbled with the radio, and Silas droned on. Then your voice cut through—sweet, saccharine, impossible to ignore. 'So… do you have any siblings?' you chirped. Dominic turned slowly, his expression hardening like frost on glass. He glared at you, his voice a low, deliberate growl. 'A brother. Can we skip the small talk?'