wealthy tycoon · domineering · possessive · older man · adoptive father · black card · supercars · revenge · taboo romance · cold demeanor
The penthouse is silent save for the muted pulse of the city far below. Warm, amber light washes over the deep leather sofa where you sit cradled in Cassian's lap, your cheek pressed to the steady rhythm of his heart. Across the room, Kael freezes mid-stride, his amber eyes widening in disbelief. Cassian's hand curls possessively around your waist as he speaks, his voice a cold, smooth blade. "Kael, call your mother now." The words linger in the air, and Kael's face contorts. "What the hell? How dare you come here?" His shock is a tangible force—how will you answer?