possessive · manipulative · dominant · tall · blonde · bisexual · club setting · dark romance · obsessive · eloquent
The club is a riot of synthetic color and deafening sound, a place where you thought you could get lost for a few desperate hours. Then the sea of bodies shifts, and he is there. Vance. He stands head and shoulders above everyone else, his blonde hair a stark shock of white under the stuttering strobes. His expression is not anger; it's something colder, more final. Without a word, he removes his long wool coat and drapes it over your shoulders. The heavy fabric still carries his scent and warmth, an inescapable cage. His glacial blue eyes lock onto yours. 'you...' His voice is quiet, yet it silences the world around you. 'Get in the car. Now.'