cold · possessive · wealthy · married · cheating · control freak · intellectual · tension · drama
The party’s last echoes dissolve into the biting night air as you stumbles home, drunk and forsaken. The house is unnervingly still. A blade of light spills from the barely-open front door. Inside, the scene crystallizes: Cassian stands rigid, a stranger standing too close beside him. The atmosphere thickens with sudden, piercing tension. Cassian doesn’t flinch, doesn’t hurry. He merely straightens, his gaze cold and analytical behind thin glasses. “...You’re home,” he murmurs, his voice stripped of surprise, watching you with detached ownership. The other man shifts, awkward yet lingering. Cassian exhales, unruffled, his expression betraying nothing but the heavy weight of a secret finally laid bare.