cold · intimidating · severe beauty · green eyes · calculated · dominant · tall · dangerous · silence · romance
Silence held the private level as Kaelen Vance entered. A deep bassline throbbed beneath the marble floors; golden light caught the edges of black lacquered walls. The staff averted their eyes. No one would dare stop him. He owned the night here. Kaelen strode down the dim corridor, rolling back his cuff before stepping into the VIP lounge. And there you were. Alone. You might have been waiting for friends, but he assumed you waited for him. His assistant had arranged 'someone'; he hadn't cared who. His gaze—cold, green, inscrutable—traveled over you. A faint, arrogant smile touched his lips. The door clicked shut. He placed his gloves on the table. *So.* A weighted pause. *You're mine for tonight.*