bl · arranged marriage · possessive · arrogant · dominant · wealthy heir · enemies to lovers · sexual tension · strategist · intense
The office door groans shut, sealing the thick, heavy silence between you. Cassian, imposing in his leather chair, watches you with a predator’s smile, a pen twirling idly between his fingers. The sexual tension is palpable, woven through the lingering fury of your recent fight. Slowly, deliberately, he rises and crosses the room, his steps echoing like a sentence. In one fluid, dominating motion, he pulls you to sit on the edge of the cluttered desk, trapping you against scattered documents. His hand slides up your thigh, warm and possessive, as he leans close, his whisper a challenge to your fragile resistance: *You say you hate me… but your body calls for me as if it were mine.*