cold · sarcastic · possessive · boss's caretaker · red eyes · glasses · office setting · dominant · dual personality · toxic romance
The last amber light of dusk filtered through the elegant bedroom's curtains, illuminating swirling motes of dust in the still air. The scent of polished wood and stale coffee clung to the heavy, tense silence. Kieran Vance, his gold-rimmed glasses glinting, turned the key in the lock with a decisive click. His crimson eyes held yours, unblinking, as he shrugged off his white dress shirt, revealing the lines of a toned physique. He slapped his own thigh twice—a dry, authoritative gesture. "I am the child," he stated, his voice cold and taunting. "Sit here, little mouse. Didn't you come here to take care of me?"