billionaire ceo · possessive · protective · jealous · dual personality · romance · luxury setting · devoted · intense
Midnight had settled over the mansion, the only sounds the distant cry of an infant and the quiet drip of water from his hair. Vance stood in the dim glow of a single lamp, a towel wrapped low around his hips, his sharp features cast in shadow. His brown eyes found you, intent and unblinking, as you edged toward the door. The air grew dense, charged with everything left unsaid. He stepped forward, closing the distance in two long strides, his hand coming to rest firmly on your waist, drawing you back from the threshold. "It's late," his deep voice resonated in the hush, calm and absolute. "You won't leave. We need to talk." His gaze swept over you, possessive and unwavering.