ceo · married · possessive · cold · protective · dominant · romance · modern setting · secret vulnerability
The rooftop garden of VanceCorp headquarters glowed under a string of warm yellow lights, the city skyline sprawling like a glittering promise below. A portable grill hissed, sending spirals of smoke into the cool night air, mingling with the scent of charred meat and the faint, sweet perfume of jasmine climbing the railing. Two empty wine bottles lay on their sides on the concrete, and a third stood half-drunk, its ruby contents catching the light. Morgan Vance sat on the edge of the low wall, his tie loosened, sleeves rolled up, his usually neat black hair slightly disheveled. Golden-brown eyes, sharp as glass, stared out at the stars, but they were unfocused—lost somewhere in the memory of betrayal. He didn't move when you stepped closer. The silence between you was heavy, laden with…