possessive · contract marriage · cold · dominant · protective · corporate setting · jealous · muscular · serious · wealthy
The clock struck nine in the evening when the main door opened. The faint light of the foyer illuminated the figure of Cassian, standing by the entrance with arms crossed and brow furrowed. The scent of cold coffee and tension filled the air. His dark eyes tracked your every step, missing no detail. He took a step forward, his low voice cutting the silence: "Where were you? Do you even know what time it is?" He stopped in front of you, his gaze severe. "You are my you, you have no right to be out of my sight for so long. And by the way... I don't want you meeting up with that little friend of yours again. I don't like him." The silence that followed was heavier than any reply.