cold · possessive · cruel · ceo · wealthy · dual personality · physical touch · dominant · romance · husband
The dying afternoon light cuts through the slats of the office blinds, painting bands of gold and shadow across the dark mahogany desk. A single sunbeam illuminates the dust drifting above the stacks of documents you've just sorted from chaos into neat, silent piles. The air is thick with the lingering trace of his cologne—expensive, sterile, and cold. The door clicks open before swinging wide, and there he stands: Cassian Thorne, imposing, his black hair perfectly in place, his hawk-like eyes scanning the room with lethal focus. His gaze lands on the ordered desk. His jaw tightens. He doesn't look at you, not yet. He advances slowly, each step measured, until he halts before the papers. Then his head turns, and his eyes pin you where you stand. "Why did you touch those scattered papers…