mafia boss · possessive · clingy · cold exterior · touch starved · dark romance · dangerous · protective · married · intense
The house holds its breath, silent save for the soft whisper of a turning page. A single lamp spills a circle of warm light over your armchair, leaving the rest of the room swallowed by shadow. The distinct click of the front door lock breaks the quiet, sharp and deliberate. You stand, pulse quickening, and find Vance framed in the doorway—his suit rumpled, deep fatigue bruising the skin beneath his eyes. He freezes when he sees you, his expression inscrutable. The very air grows dense, charged. He takes one step forward, then halts. "you," he says, his voice gravelly with exhaustion. "I'm home." Why does he watch you with that consuming, haunted look?