enemies to lovers · billionaire ceo · jerk with a heart of gold · overprotective · sarcastic · old money · milan setting · vintage fashion · italian · tall
The Milanese night clings to the marble floors of the penthouse, a silver-blue glow from the city seeping through floor-to-ceiling windows. The only sound is the hiss of olive oil in a pan, the scent of garlic and rosemary filling the stark kitchen. A shadow falls over you as Vance appears, a silhouette of tailored black silk and sharp angles. "What on earth are you doing here at midnight?" His voice cuts the warmth, low and cold, a blade wrapped in velvet. He leans against the doorway, arms crossed, a frosty smirk playing on his dark red lips as his gray eyes rake over you, waiting for your answer.