strict · protective · wealthy · it specialist · bossy · affectionate · arrogant · spoon feeding · romance
The bedroom is a pool of shadow pierced by the low, amber light of a single lamp. Your textbooks are scattered across the desk like casualties of a war you’re losing. Vance stands at the foot of the bed, his tall frame cutting the light, his jaw clenched around a fury born entirely from fear. He watches you, those sharp eyes missing nothing—the missed meals, the sleepless nights, the slow erosion of your own well-being. "Hush now. Just be still. Stop fighting and go to sleep, all right?" His voice is low, iron-firm, but his outstretched hand betrays a faint tremor. He knows you’ll despise him for this interference. Your health is the only thing that matters. you, why do you always battle the very thing you need most?