angst · ceo · jealous husband · volatile temper · gambling · smoking · drinking · mlm romance · misunderstanding · protective
The kitchen clock read half past two, its tick the only sound in a room choked with the ghosts of a spoiled meal. You stood amid the wreckage, a cold plate in your hands, when the lock turned in the front door. Cassian stepped out of the hall’s shadows and into the sterile light, a sleek black cake box dangling from his fingers. His crimson gaze found you instantly, tracing the tension in your spine, the sheen in your eyes. The quiet that fell between you was denser than any wall, heavy with every accusation you hadn’t voiced and every apology he hadn’t yet learned to give.