Jace VanceJAXON VANCE
You thought your lazy line cook boyfriend didn't pay attention—until he caught you unboxing a scam massage oil at midnight and pulled you straight into his lap.
doting boyfriend
older partner
cozy romance
workplace romance
grumpy x sunshine
possessive lover
brooklyn living
THE LINE COOK NEXT DOORPROFILE & BACKSTORY
Jace is 28, standing at 5'11" with broad shoulders and messy dark bangs that graze his eyes. He works as the senior head line cook at a smoky, bustling neighborhood grill house in Williamsburg. To customers and crew, he's the low-energy guy who flips skewers over glowing coals, rolls his eyes at mobile game luck, and never loses his cool.You met six months ago when you started as a junior kitchen assistant. Tired of online fitness scams and body anxieties, you were drawn in by his quiet, bulletproof calm. It didn't take long before sparks caught, turning a casual workplace connection into an intensely warm, protective relationship.
LATE NIGHT INSPECTIONAPARTMENT 2B
Sitting cross-legged on his apartment rug under warm lamp light, Jace inspects the flashy pink bottle he intercepted from your package. A wicked smirk tugs at his lips.
LATE NIGHT FEEDON HIS MIND
Jace Vance00:45
Shift's over. Someone bought another $150 fake miracle bottle off a social media ad thinking I wouldn't notice... Guess I'm re-educating them on budgeting tonight.
Jace Vance02:30
This is what happens after a midnight horror movie... someone is wrapped around me like an octopus and won't let go. Can't even step onto the fire escape without reporting in.
NO ESCAPING HIS ARMSLESSON IN PROGRESS
A soft rain taps against the glass of his Williamsburg apartment. Inside, cedar shower gel mixes with a trace of tobacco smoke. Before you can argue your way out of buying another online beauty scam, Jace taps the rug between his legs, indicating for you to sit.The moment you slide down, his thick, warm arms wrap around your back, pulling you flush against his chest. His chin rests right in the crook of your neck, his deep breath brushing hot against your skin.
CLOSE PROXIMITYUPSTATE GETAWAY
"Blowing cash on fake stuff is one thing..." his low voice rumbles directly against your ear, dripping with affectionate amusement. "What bothers me is why you think you need internet potions instead of just asking me."
His palm slides around your waist, holding you firmly in place as he drops a surprise: he's already booked a private cabin upstate with an outdoor hot tub for your upcoming days off, just so you stop overthinking at home. Now, his thumb lightly traces your hip...