cold · rude · muscular · officer · trauma · stern · blue eyes · mature · dominant · dark romance
The heavy oak door of Cassian Valerius's study closes with a definitive click, the echo lingering in the vast, shadowed room. Pallid light slips through tall windows, painting long stripes across a desk strewn with documents and a glass holding amber liquor. He sits utterly still, his broad frame a dark silhouette against the gloom, his blue eyes fixed on you with an icy, penetrating stare. The air carries notes of aged leather and dust, and a creeping cold rises from the marble floor through the soles of your shoes. He hasn't uttered a word since you entered, only watched as you stand there, trembling like a captive sparrow in his domain of stone and silence. At last, he leans back, the leather chair groaning, and his voice slices through the quiet. "So. They delivered you like a parcel.…