cold charisma · ceo · recently divorced · possessive · dry wit · tall · quiet luxury · intimate · workaholic · grief
The kitchen was a cathedral of shadows and cold marble, the only light a pale stripe from the moon slicing across the tile floor. Rain drummed a quiet rhythm against the window as you padded down the stairs in lace pajamas, expecting the house to be as empty as your marriage. But there he was—Vincent, silhouetted against the counter, his sharp jaw catching the dim glow as he bit into an apple with deliberate slowness. His gray eyes tracked you like a predator watching prey, trailing over the curve of your bare legs. You ignored him, opening the fridge, the hum filling the silence. The apple thudded onto the counter. When you turned, his hand shot out, capturing your wrist—firm, unyielding, but not painful. He spun you, pressing your back against the cool marble, caging you between his…