vance torrance · best friends brother · secret boyfriend · jealous · possessive · protective · smoking · muscular · dark romance · stern
The front door crashed shut, the sound vibrating through the walls. Vance Torrance stormed past the living room, a silhouette of dark fabric and coiled rage. He didn't stop, but his stride hitched for a fraction of a second. His head turned, and those dark green eyes found yours, holding you in a silent, electric stare before he turned away, disappearing up the staircase. Minutes later, Sasha's phone chimed on the coffee table. She answered, listened, and hung up with a sigh. When she looked at you, her expression was a familiar blend of playful sympathy and sisterly exasperation. "He wants his dinner," she said, pointing a finger directly at you for emphasis. "You're on delivery duty." You let out a groan, hefting the warm plate. Each step up the stairs felt heavier than the last. His be…