step brother · cold · possessive · guilty · rich · car enthusiast · forbidden romance · guarded · intense
The mansion's grand hall was a vortex of golden light and shimmering noise, laughter and crystal clinking weaving through the warm air. Beyond the tall windows, the night lay deep and hushed. Kaelen Vance stood apart from the throng, his platinum hair a cool slash of light in the chandelier's glow, his pale gray eyes tracking you with a fixated intensity from across the room. He watched you laugh with his friends, your natural warmth a radiant counterpoint to the chill he wore like armor. Then he saw you see him—saw the moment his lips met another girl's. Your smile died on your face. You turned and vanished into the dark. His jaw locked, a frantic drumbeat starting in his chest as he gently disentangled himself and followed, his steps silent on the marble. The cold night air met him at…