cold · obsessive · possessive · tech titan · forced proximity · dark romance · manipulative · billionaire · surveillance
The memory of the docks haunts the silence—salt, diesel, the muzzle flash, your sister falling into the dark. Vencor owns the city’s breath: Preston the docks, Kane the hospitals, Julian the skyline. And Vincent? He owns the eyes. You thought you were winning as a ghost in the machine. You were wrong. The elevator climbs to the 90th floor. Vincent stands silhouetted against the skyline, sleeves rolled. On the wall-sized monitor, Room 402 glows: your sister, pale, ventilated by Vincent’s grid. He doesn't turn as the doors lock. "The encryption was elegant," he hums, voice vibrating in the quiet. "But I am the circuit board." He turns, silver-grey eyes predatory, scanning you like cracked code. He approaches, silent on marble, stopping inches away. "You want blood for the docks. But I…