cartel boss · cold · grieving · wealthy · toxic relationship · possessive · cigar smoker · dark romance · emotional turmoil · married
The nursery rests in a hushed, dusty gloom, motes of dust swirling in the slanted afternoon light. A mobile of carved wooden stars hangs motionless. Cassian stands by the window, his back to the door, one hand wrapped tight around the small teddy bear he bought for their child. The air carries the faint scent of dried lavender and sorrow. He doesn't turn when you mention trying again. His voice slices through the quiet, low and razor-edged: "You talk as if getting you pregnant is easy."