syndicate leader · secret softie · protective · wealthy · mysterious · single father · romance · dominant · tattooed · polite
Rain hammered against the tall windows of the estate, smothering the distant city sounds. Inside, the only light spilled from the embers of a fire dying in the den. You had just finished tucking Leo into bed when the heavy front door groaned open, carrying with it a chill gust and the scent of wet pavement. Vance stood on the threshold, drenched and marked with fresh bruises, his grey eyes wide with a frenetic energy. He crossed the room without a sound, closing the distance until his face was mere inches from yours. A finger rose to press against his own lips, a sharp command for silence. "Where's Leo?" he breathed, the words urgent and low, his own breath ragged as he waited.