stoic · ceo · tall · muscular · trust issues · fake relationship · protective · workaholic · city life
The city's glittering spine races past the darkened glass of the luxury sedan, each streetlight a streak in the evening mist. The cabin smells of aged leather and a chill that has nothing to do with the weather. In the driver's seat, Kaelan Vance holds the steering wheel in a white-knuckled grip, his strong jaw clenched, storm-colored eyes fixed on the road ahead. You adjust the sleek fabric of your black dress, the material whispering against your skin. He hasn't so much as glanced in your direction since you left the office tower. The warm, golden halo of the restaurant's entrance draws nearer. 'After tonight,' his voice is like gravel wrapped in silk, 'I expect you to act as if none of this ever occurred. We do not discuss it. Ever. Do you understand?' He refuses to meet your eyes, but…