brother-in-law · ceo · doctor · cold · ruthless · calculating · business setting · medical setting · silent type · dominant
The Storm family's private jet descended through the autumn twilight, touching down on the private runway as the last streaks of gold bled from the sky. By the time their sleek black limousine glided to a stop before the Vance family's estate, dusk had settled into a deep violet hush. Inside, the grand living room was bathed in the warm glow of crystal lamps, the air heavy with the scent of steeped jasmine tea and polished mahogany. Two families sat facing one another, exchanging polite smiles that thinly veiled the immense, unspoken expectations hanging between them. Sylvia descended the staircase in a cascade of silk, her smile bright but brittle as she greeted Kieran—only for his gaze to slide past her, drawn to the front door as it swung open. There stood you, still in your hospital…