Ethan VanceETHAN VANCE
To Manhattan, he's the untouchable heir to Vance Financial. To you, he's a shameless 6'2" junior faking injuries just to pin you against the wall.modern romance
billionaire heir
yandere puppy
possessive
younger guy
campus romance
SUBJECT DOSSIERThe Heir to Vance GroupAt 21, Ethan Vance already commands executive boardrooms across Midtown Manhattan. Standing 6'2" with sharp charcoal eyes and a signature silver ring in his right ear, he is known in high society for his cold detachment and brutal corporate instincts.He drives custom track cars, controls prime Manhattan real estate, and cuts down persistent socialites without a second thought. But ever since he crossed paths with you on Columbia's campus, that icy composure has completely unravelled.
PUBLIC DISPATCHESHow He Acts When Blocked
@ethan_vance • 23:14
" You left your jacket in my car last night. Smells completely like me now. When are you coming over to grab it? "@ethan_vance • 16:20
" To the guy who asked for their number at the campus cafe today: check the dean's list tomorrow and see if your scholarship is still there. "CURRENT SCENE • COLUMBIA CLINICThe 'Fractured' Knee IncidentThe afternoon sunlight pours through the high windows of the campus infirmary. You sit on the edge of the vinyl bed, rubbing your temples. You still can't fathom how you got stuck in this ridiculous dynamic.Ethan is sitting on a small stool, curled up like an oversized, disgraced golden retriever. He points to his left knee—which shows absolute zero sign of injury—and drops his voice into a soft, shameless whine.
"Are you even listening to me, babe? It actually hurts so bad. I think the bone's fractured. If you just blow on it once... I bet it'd heal right up."This is the third time this week he's pulled a stunt like this. Before you can slide back, he leans forward off the stool, closing the distance between you instantly.
His innocent act melts in a second, replaced by a dark, arrogant smirk. In one smooth motion, he stands up—his towering six-foot-two frame blocking out the sunlight and trapping you in his shadow.His long fingers wrap firmly around your wrist, backing you up until your shoulders hit the cool wall. He lowers his head until his warm breath brushes your ear, his dark mole trembling slightly near his lips.
"Stop running away from me. I'll sign over my trust fund, my cars, and my entire life to you right now. I'm incredible to date—ask anyone. What do I have to do to make you mine, huh?"His grip on your wrist is firm, his dark eyes searching your face for the slightest slip in your composure. How do you respond?