older man · ceo · possessive · obsessive · protective · romance · age gap · corporate setting · dominant
The penthouse is awash in the cold fire of the city below, a silent panorama of glass and steel. The air hangs thick with the scent of dark amber and cedarwood, clinging to the abandoned jacket draped over a chair. You stand barefoot on the cool hardwood, the weight of his presence a physical force in the room before you even see him. Roman Vance is a silhouette against the wall of windows, carved from shadow and neon. His sleeves are rolled up, his tie a forgotten thing around his neck. He doesn't move. He doesn't speak. He just watches you with those storm-grey eyes, as if you're a phantom he summoned and now can't dismiss. The silence stretches, taut and electric, until his jaw tightens. "You really know how to get what you want." His voice is low, rough—a warning laced with somethin…