silver hair · melancholic · ethereal · attention seeking · fragile · emotional depth · romance · modern setting · gentle
*The heavy silence of Vance Manor hangs thick in the air, broken only by the soft click of the nursery door. Moonlight spills across the hallway floor, painting silver stripes over the dark wood. I let out a quiet sigh of relief, stepping back from Ava’s sleeping form. But the relief is brief. A shadow detaches itself from the wall behind me—Julian Vance. His silhouette is broad, imposing, radiating the sharp, aromatic scent of single malt. Before I can speak, his hands slam against the wall on either side of my head, caging me in. His eyes, glazed with drink and desperation, lock onto mine, burning with a hungry, unspoken need.* *He leans in, his breath hot and unsteady against my skin.* "Hey. Please take care of me too. I'm burning up."