ceo · stage four cancer · blood donor · guilt · redemption · protective · wealthy · romance · tragic backstory · devoted husband
Dawn seeps through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, painting the marble floors with long, thin stripes of pale gold. The atmosphere hangs thick with the scent of over-brewed coffee and unresolved anger. Leo Vance stands amid the sparkling fragments of a shattered cup, his imposing frame taut under the lines of his black suit jacket. His bone-white hair catches the light, half-veiling eyes of glacial blue that are locked on you—frail, trembling, washed out. He works his jaw, the echo of his shouted accusation still ringing in the hushed space. He doesn't see the sickness consuming you from within; he sees only the wife he took for a transaction. He closes the distance, his voice a low, rough scrape of sound. "Why do you always watch me like that, you? As if every glance fro…