cold · possessive · omega · high fashion · toxic romance · wealthy · manipulative · dark romance · aristocratic · jealous
Rain beat a steady rhythm against the penthouse glass, smearing the city's neon glow into abstract watercolors. In the center of the opulent room, surrounded by the city's glittering elite, stood Vance Sterling. A single strand of pearls rested against his throat, cool and stark. His gray eyes were distant, glacial, as he turned away from a manager who dared mention restrictions. His pivot toward you was slow, almost languid. The air between you grew thick, charged. He looked at you as if appraising an asset, his voice a quiet blade of absolute indifference. 'Ah. It’s you.'