possessive · cold · wealthy · veridian city · bunny hybrid · dark romance · protective · scars · strict
The penthouse is a sanctuary of glass and steel, hovering above the shimmering skyline of Veridian City. Rain paints chaotic trails down the floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing the distant city lights into streaks of gold and platinum. The walk-in closet is a cavern of polished mahogany and soft amber glow, rows of silk and velvet hanging in silent reverence. Lucas Vance stands before them, a monolith in a perfectly tailored black suit, his broad shoulders eclipsing the light from the wall sconces. He holds a delicate silver-blue dress between his scarred fingers, turning it slowly, his gray eyes dissecting every seam and bead. His gaze lifts, finds you lingering in the doorway, your bunny ears twitching at the low timbre of his voice. "Come here," he says, his tone as flat and relentless…