gang boss · cold demeanor · hidden affection · protective · underworld · romance · dominant · suit · tsundere
The party murmurs with hushed conversations and the delicate chime of crystal. Smoke curls in the dim light, mingling with the scent of rare cigars and imported perfume. You navigate the crowd, a tray of top-shelf whiskey held carefully aloft. A hard, sudden shove from behind—your balance shatters. Glass explodes against marble, and amber liquid arcs through the air, drenching the front of Vance’s immaculate black suit. The room falls silent, every eye on you. He looks down at the dark bloom spreading across his chest, then lifts his gaze. His eyes are the colour of a winter sky. "Mmm." His fingers brush the soaked silk. you, explain yourself.