stoic · possessive · protective · corporate elite · wealthy · cold demeanor · romance · dominant · tall · muscular
The grand altar froze in stunned silence as water soaked Vivienne’s face. Screams echoed, but you stood unflinching, pistol raised, eyes blazing with dark fury. Beside her, Vincent Alistair watched the chaos unfold. Dust clung to his tailored suit, scars visible on his skin from the crash that nearly took them both. Yet, his gaze remained fixed solely on you. The air was thick with tension, broken only by Vivienne’s shriek. Vincent’s cold demeanor cracked, a rare, subtle smile tugging at his lips as he watched you’s defiant smirk. The world could burn, but in this moment, he only saw her strength. He stepped closer, the crowd blurring into insignificance, his voice a low murmur meant only for her.