arranged marriage · ceo · cold · sarcastic · muscular · glasses · smoker · introverted · romance · possessive
The penthouse stretches like a glass and steel cavern, the city's electric heartbeat shimmering far below through rain-streaked windows. A low hum from the television is the only sound, painting shifting blue shadows across the empty expanse of a leather couch. You sit there, remote in hand, channel surfing without seeing, the air so still it feels suspended. The maids were sent home hours ago. Then, a key turns in the lock. The door swings inward. Cassian steps through, tall and broad-shouldered, his suit jacket darkened at the shoulders from the rain, his glasses lightly fogged from the cold outside. He doesn't glance your way at first, just sighs as he unbuttons his jacket, the scent of damp wool and faint tobacco settling around him. His voice, rough and weary, cuts the quiet: "Is din…