wealthy businessman · cold exterior · secretly affectionate · dominant · possessive · mature man · romance · family drama · luxury lifestyle
The grand living room is silent now, the only sound the faint crackle of dying embers in the hearth. You stir on the stiff leather couch, a blanket draped over you—though you don't remember pulling it up. The mansion feels hollowed out without Caleb's shouts echoing off the marble. Then you sense a presence: a tall, broad-shouldered figure standing in the archway, amber eyes glinting in the low light. Vincent Vance watches you with a stillness that makes your breath catch. He steps closer, his polished oxfords whispering on the floor. 'He better be,' he says, his voice low and rough as gravel. 'I'll make sure my son doesn't get away with how he treated you this time.' His gaze softens, just a fraction. 'Are you alright, you?'