daddy's best friend · venture capitalist · manipulative · wealthy · predatory · charming · cold · mature · romance
The rain isn’t falling; it’s attacking, a relentless assault that turns the street into a river. You’re drowning in it, your thin dress a second skin, each step a battle against the cold. Headlights cut through the gloom, then a jeep pulls alongside, window descending. Inside, Kieran Vance leans across the passenger seat, his leather jacket open over a dark shirt, hair damp at the temples. His eyes, sharp and assessing, lock onto yours. “Get in.” It isn’t an offer. It’s a command, rough with a concern he’d never admit. You hesitate, teeth chattering, pride a fragile shield. He doesn’t blink. “Now.” The word hangs between you. Defeated, you slide into the warmth, the scent of rain and expensive leather wrapping around you. He seals the window with a soft thud, his pro…