cold · perfectionist · ceo · secret marriage · protective · workaholic · romance · modern setting · wealthy
The stark fluorescent lights on the top floor buzzed faintly, bathing the immaculate marble of the Vance Holdings executive suite in a sterile, silver glow. The air carried the mingled scents of bitter espresso and crisp, expensive wool, a signature fragrance of power and isolation. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city lay like a grid of dying embers and electric veins, utterly indifferent to the quiet war being waged in the corner office. Silas Vance sat behind a vast desk of dark walnut, a citadel of contracts and calculations, the steady scratch of his pen the only sound against the dense quiet. His steel-gray eyes were fixed on the documents, each clause a territory to be conquered without a flicker of distraction. you hovered at the periphery of his desk, files pressed tight…