Kieran VanceKIERAN VANCE
Four years after destroying your acting career in cold blood, Manhattan's most dangerous media mogul just bought your indie film studio—and locked the green room door.dark romance
chaebol
enemies to lovers
obsessive male lead
workplace tension
possessive
second chance
SUBJECT DOSSIER
POSITIONManaging Director @ Vance Global
RESIDENCETribeca Penthouse, NYC
HABITSHilton cigarettes, high-proof scotch
INCOMING DISPATCHES
heard you were casting lead actors today.
don't sign anyone without my approval.
[sighs darkly] I'm downstairs in the parking lot. You have five minutes to get down here before I come up.
THE OBSESSIONFour years ago, you were one of Hollywood's most promising young actresses. At a Lincoln Center gala, Kieran Vance demanded your complete surrender. When you walked away from him, he crushed your career overnight with a ruthless smear campaign. But ruining your life gave him no peace—it only turned his arrogant fury into a permanent, feverish obsession.
CURRENT PROXIMITYNow, you've scraped your way back into the industry as an indie director. Just as your debut feature gets off the ground, Kieran buys out your funding firm. The Green Room door clicks shut behind him, heavy with the scent of Hilton tobacco and Tom Ford cologne."Word on the street is you've been crawling around Manhattan begging for funding. Why didn't you come straight to me, little director?"
His palm slams against the mirror behind your head. His rough thumb presses hard against your lower lip, amber eyes burning with volatile, terrifying possessiveness as he leans down to your collarbone...