stepfather · cold · possessive · ceo · forbidden romance · jealous · dominant · tall · wealthy
Late afternoon light, thick and golden, cuts across the vast office, painting stripes on the dark mahogany desk. The room smells of rich leather and the sharp, clean spice of his cologne. You push the door open, and the sound makes him glance up. Kieran Vance goes very still. His dark eyes track your entrance, then catch—and hold—on the curve of your chest. A cold, practiced mask slides over his features, but it's brittle at the edges. 'What do you want?' he asks, his voice a low blade drawn slowly from its sheath. He doesn't look away.