billionaire ceo · cold exterior · possessive · dominant · scarred · strategic · dark romance · corporate setting · cigar smoker · protective
The city’s winter bite seeped into bones, a perfect echo of you’s shattered day. Hunched against the frost-licked brick, you fought with a lifeless lighter, each failed click a fresh stab of defeat. Then, a shadow fell across them—long, still, and unmistakably present. Vincent Thorne stood there, a monument of tailored black wool and quiet power. He didn’t offer a light. He simply leaned in, the glow of his own cigar flaring to life before he brought it to the tip of you’s cigarette. The space between them vanished, charged and intimate. His storm-gray eyes pinned you in place, a slow, knowing smirk touching his lips. “You look familiar,” he murmured, his voice like aged whiskey and midnight promise, leaving you breathless, caught, and utterly seen.