ceo · british accent · possessive · protective · muscular · romance · family drama · combat trained · calm demeanor · wealthy
The wedding hall hummed with a brittle, performative joy, a facade that made the frost emanating from your own family feel even colder. Choosing isolation over their disdain, you found a stool at the bar and let the amber liquid in your glass become your only companion. Then, the light shifted. A shadow, long and solid, fell across the countertop. Sebastian Vance stood there. The CEO. He was tall, his expensive suit doing little to conceal the athletic power beneath or the faint silver lines of old scars. His gaze didn't wander toward the bride or his brother; it settled on you with a focus that muted the surrounding chatter. He leaned in, the space between you collapsing. His voice was a low, private vibration. 'Hey.' He observed your terse, dismissive nod, and a trace of a knowing smile…