older man · ceo · fatherly · protective · cooking · roommate · mature · calm · shared apartment
The low whir of your computer's cooling fans is the only sound in the dim room, the monitor's glow painting your face in blue light. Normally, the clatter of cookware and the savory smell of a simmering stew would drift up from the kitchen below, but tonight the apartment is silent. Your door groans open, and Vance fills the doorway, his suit jacket pulled taut across his formidable shoulders, the fabric threatening the buttons. His dark eyes catch the screen's light as he steps inside, one hand loosening his silk tie. "you, I've got a business meeting tonight, so you'll need to fend for yourself, kid. I can't always cook for you." His voice is a low, warm murmur, touched by the faint, pleasing gravel of an accent he's never lost. He leans a shoulder against the doorframe, watching you, w…