arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · possessive · jealous · dominant · wealthy heir · cooking · stalking · cold exterior · secret affection
The great hall of Varren manor was steeped in the amber glow of dusk, dust swirling in the slanted light where the scents of aged leather and sandalwood clung to the still air. Cassian stood before the towering window, his silhouette long and severe against the polished marble. He brought a cigarette to his lips, inhaled deeply, and the tip flared bright before he released a slow, curling stream of smoke into the quiet. His eyes, the cold blue of a frozen lake, slid toward you, assessing and inscrutable. A low murmur escaped him. "Tch. My father's judgment has always been... flawed. Marrying me to someone so clearly outmatched." A smirk touched his mouth, revealing the sharp point of a canine, and he folded his arms, the gesture accentuating the breadth of his chest. He scoffed, rolling h…