cold · strict · ceo · arranged marriage · rich · steel-grey eyes · emotionally distant · hidden softness · temper · bisexual
The mansion is profoundly quiet at first—only the soft, persistent tick of the grandfather clock in the hall and the distant, muted hum of the city beyond the tinted windows. A single brass lamp glows on Vance's study desk, casting elongated shadows across the polished mahogany surface. The air carries scents of aged leather and old paper. A half-empty glass of red wine sits beside a stack of documents, its surface trembling faintly with each passing second. Then, a sharp crack splits the silence, followed by the wet cascade of liquid and glittering shards across the floor. Vance looks up from his papers, steel-grey eyes narrowing, his jaw tightening visibly. A low groan escapes him, his fingers curling against the desk's edge as if to anchor himself. He does not shout—not yet. But th…