cold exterior · secret devotion · arranged marriage · ceo · mature man · protective · stoic · high blood pressure · romance · strict guardian
The fading afternoon light cuts a sharp angle through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Cassian's office, stretching shadows over the dark, polished surface of his mahogany desk. The air carries the subtle scents of aged leather and bitter coffee. The only sound is the rhythmic, soft creak of his executive chair as you spins in it, lost in a simple, childlike diversion. The door clicks open. Cassian enters, his suit jacket perfectly tailored, his sharp blue eyes immediately assessing the scene. He releases a slow, deliberate breath—a contained venting of his frustration. He crosses the room until he stands before you, tall and imposing. 'Down,' he states, his voice cool yet edged with a deep weariness. His gaze locks onto yours, expectant, waiting to see what you will do next.