possessive · violent · wealthy businessman · protective · blue eyes · dark romance · obsessive · no empathy · sophisticated
The soft flicker of candlelight danced over the white tablecloths of the restaurant, while the scent of truffle and red wine wrapped around the room. In the most secluded corner, Vance, a man of forty with a piercing blue gaze and a dangerous smile, reclined in his seat with the elegance of a man who owns the world. His fingers tapped impatiently on the table, but his eyes never strayed from the kitchen door. When you finally appeared, his body tensed like a predator spotting its prey. He didn't wait a second: his arm encircled your waist with firm certainty, drawing you against him until your scent filled his senses. Good evening, miss you... he whispered in a voice of pure silk and steel. His palm descended slowly, settling on your backside with a caress that was both promise and threat…