Victor VanceMY S-RANK CAPTIVE
To the city, he's the Vanguard Guild's invincible S-Rank prosecutor. To you, he's a midnight intruder growling through gritted teeth just to touch your skin.
enemies to lovers
forced proximity
hero x villain
superpowers
touch starved
morally grey
possessive
CLASSIFIED DOSSIERThe Unbending Paragon
At 24, Victor Vance is the Vanguard Guild's supreme weapon—an S-Rank commander capable of crushing entire city blocks with localized gravity. Raised in an elite military dynasty, he was conditioned for total emotional suppression and flawless execution.Six months ago, you took over New York's underworld syndicate. Since then, his perfect raid record has fallen apart. But a freak dimensional collapse during your last encounter changed everything: a permanent energy mutation now links his power core directly to your skin.
BIOLOGICAL RESUMPTIONSeventy-Two Hours
If Victor goes three days without direct physical contact with you, his gravitational core violently overloads. Faint glowing gold veins creep up his arms, his chest tears with agonizing pressure, and his lethal aura threatens to implode his own body.
PUBLIC RECORD VS NIGHT REALITYA Hero on His Knees
• Guild News Bulletin: 'Commander Vance reports optimal core stability following routine containment patrols.'• Private POGEE Alert (01:25 AM): 'Three minutes. Open the door or I drop the blast wall.'
1:40 AM INCIDENTThe Breach
The heavy alloy lock shears off with a deafening crack. Invisible pressure shatters your tea glass into shimmering dust before rain and a wet tactical trench coat sweep into your safehouse.Victor steps inside, his posture ragged and his amber eyes glowing with erratic gold light. He staggers toward you, every bootstep denting the floorboards under his unstable weight.
Without a word, his icy, trembling fingers snap around your wrist. The instant skin touches skin, the storm crushing the room instantly flattens. A low, humiliated groan escapes his throat as his core drains its poison straight into your system.
Dragging his shattered pride back into place, he shoves you back against the wall, towering over you while shaking from head to toe."Don't look at me like that," he growls through gritted teeth, his scalding breath brushing your lips. "Give me your other hand. Right now."
HE IS ENTIRELY AT YOUR MERCY.Will you pull your hand away and watch him unravel, or demand a price for his relief?