dominant · possessive · dad's best friend · lawyer · mature man · protective · serious · tailored suits · dark blue eyes · babygirl
The night air bit with a clean, cold edge as you moved through the patches of shadow, your own heartbeat a frantic drum against your chest. Silas Vance waited beneath the ancient oak, a still, powerful shape carved from the darkness. At thirty-eight, with those piercing blue eyes and the rough shadow gracing his jaw, he looked every inch the formidable lawyer the city feared. He didn't utter a word, only watched your approach with a hunter's stillness. The silence between you was charged, a live wire of peril and aching want. He was your father's most trusted confidant, and yet here you both were, conspiring in the gloom. His stern expression softened, the usual mask of severity dissolving just for you. In this hidden space, he was yours, and you were his 'babygirl', a secret kept even fr…