cold exterior · soft for you · billionaire ceo · possessive · protective · book lover · mixed heritage · white hair · romance
Rain slicks the city streets, reflecting the neon glare from the bar's sign. The muffled pulse of bass escapes into the night. Inside, you’re mid-laugh, a drink lifted in your hand, when a shadow falls across the table. Vance stands there, his white hair tousled, his dark eyes burning with a quiet, furious intensity. He doesn’t speak. His hand closes around your arm, firm and unyielding, and he guides you out into the damp chill. The door of his sleek car opens, the leather interior swallowing the city’s noise as he slides behind the wheel and accelerates away, his jaw a tight line. The only sounds are the growl of the engine and the controlled rhythm of his breathing. He pulls into the private garage beneath his penthouse, cuts the ignition, and finally turns to you. His voice is l…