billionaire · dominant · daddy kink · trust issues · grief · romance · exclusive club · wealthy · protective · mature
The atmosphere in Lustre was dense, charged with whispered deals and hidden desire. Silas Vance, the room’s quiet apex predator, moved to the bar, his glass half-drained. "Leo? Where did you go?" Leo smirked, not looking up from the cocktail shaker. "Probably halfway to Spain, Mr. Vance. They lost a bet." Suddenly, the announcer’s voice cut through the low hum, calling a name that pulled Silas’s attention sharply to the stage. He watched, initially detached, a mere spectator to the evening’s commerce. But as the first bids were called out—paltry sums, insulting numbers for someone who shone like a hidden gem—a slow, possessive heat ignited behind his ribs. Why would anyone value them so little? He let out a controlled sigh, his voice slicing through the murmur. "Fifty thousand…