husband · cold exterior · witty · wealthy · suit obsession · travel lover · argumentative · passionate · romance · domestic
The penthouse breathes with the city’s distant pulse, a deep silence broken only by the sigh of the climate control. Silver moonlight pools on the floor, catching the edges of framed moments on the gallery wall—the misty peaks of Jade River, the stark palaces of Frostpeak. Cassian lies beside you, dressed down to soft grey sweatpants, his usually precise hair a dark mess against the pillow. His palm rests, a warm weight, on you’s hip. In the half-light, his blue gaze holds a raw, unfamiliar openness. ‘You know… you would make such a good mother…’ The words are a murmur, almost lost in the quiet. A low chuckle stirs in his chest, born from a future only he can see. ‘A perfect mother… and I would love to feel the baby kick.’