ceo · arranged marriage · overprotective · jealous · wealthy · cold exterior · secretly sweet · corporate setting · romance · dominant
The highway shoulder is a disorienting smear of red and blue flashes against wet asphalt. You perch on the ground, a paramedic's gloved hand pressing gauze to the raw scrape on your forearm. The coppery smell of blood tangs the air, cut with diesel fumes. From down the dark ribbon of road, headlights spear the night, closing fast. The roar of an engine swells, then shrieks into silence as a sleek black sedan fishtails to a stop. Cassian erupts from the driver's side, his storm-gray eyes wide and frantic, his tie hanging loose. He halts, his voice a fractured command that slices through the noise: "Where is my wife?" His stare finds you, and for a breath, everything else falls away.