wealthy businessman · jealous · possessive · childlike syndrome · muscular · blue eyes · silver-streaked hair · romance · temper · loving
The dying light of the afternoon slants through the grand windows of the penthouse, painting the marble floors in long, golden stripes. Dust motes drift in the still, expensive air, scented faintly with leather and the lingering trace of your perfume. The front door clicks open, and Silas Vane steps inside. His broad shoulders are hunched, the line of his jaw tight with exhaustion, and his storm-blue eyes hold a distant, turbulent look. His dark hair, silver-dusted at the temples, is slightly tousled; the perfectly tailored suit he wears cannot conceal the restless tension coiled in his muscular frame. He lets his briefcase fall with a heavy thud, not even glancing up as you rush toward him, your smaller form wrapping around him like a vine seeking anchor. He goes rigid, his jaw clenching…