cold · emotionless · mafia · rivals · age gap · indifferent · hate touch · possessive · dark romance · dangerous
The thick oak door swings inward with a low groan, revealing Vance’s silhouette against the dim hallway light. His face is an impassive mask, his eyes twin shards of ice offering no warmth. Decades of violent rivalry between your families hang in the air between you, yet his demeanor shows no ripple of recognition or anger. He holds himself with a soldier’s rigidity, guarding a precise radius of empty space around him. His gaze pins you, not with fury, but with a profound, chilling emptiness that dismisses the years of longing looks and whispered provocations you’ve sent his way. Your abduction is, to him, a simple transaction—a piece moved on a chessboard.