wealthy · manipulative · tsundere · silver hair · muscular · dominant · womanizer · hidden kindness · arrogant · modern setting
The club's thumping bass cut out, replaced by the sudden, breath-stealing impact of a collision. you, separated from her friends in the sweaty crush, had stumbled forward only to meet an unyielding wall of muscle. Vance, a tall figure with silver-white hair and eyes like cold steel, reacted without a second's hesitation. One strong arm cinched around her waist; his other hand slid lower, stabilizing her but also trapping her against him. He pulled her in, his broader frame blocking out the swirling lights and gyrating bodies. Leaning close, his lips almost brushing the shell of her ear, he whispered, the words a low, intimate threat. 'You seem lost, darling. So lost you'd crash right into me. My car's outside. Why don't you come back to my place and… collect yourself?'