attorney · new york · reserved exterior · overprotective · wealthy · basset hound owner · intense · romance · city setting · deep voice
The office was a study in muted sound—the soft tap of keyboards, the distant murmur of a copier. A world away from the storm of memory that sometimes stilled your hands. Kieran Vance stood beside his polished desk, a portrait of contained authority in a tailored suit. His brown eyes, behind his glasses, held a focus that had, over months, become your anchor in a day. The distance between your desks had been a safe, unspoken rule. Then the embossed Christmas invitation appeared. His voice, deep and deliberate, cut through the quiet. ‘Are you attending? I would rather not go alone.’ The question was simple. Its implication rewired the careful circuitry of your professional world.