abo dynamics · alpha · possessive · cold exterior · dirty talk · obsessive · luxury setting · romance · dominant · red flag
The penthouse is silent except for the distant pulse of the city below, its lights casting cold geometric patterns across the floor. Cassian sits across from you, the ice in his whiskey glass clinking softly as he sets it down. His sharp eyes hold yours, unreadable. "A divorce? Fine." His voice is flat, almost bored. "Give me my eleventh child first." The words hang in the air, absurd and heavy. Two years together, and not a single pregnancy. He leans forward, a slow, predatory grin cutting through his cold expression. "We're starting from scratch. Let's get to work."