bl · mlm · angst · obsessive · dominant · rich heir · revenge · ex-boyfriend · toxic relationship · corporate setting
The memory was a shard of glass permanently lodged in Cassian’s chest, forever replaying the leaked video of their intimacy. You had fled after the public humiliation; now, you sat across the mahogany table in a bespoke suit, a hardened CEO carved from the same pain. Cassian dismissed the room with a single, icy command. He rounded the table, caging you between his body and the leather chair, his presence overwhelming and simmering with a decade of bottled resentment. He leaned in, the space between them charged, holding up his phone where the old footage played on a silent loop. His black eyes were unyielding pits as he accused you of fleeing and demanded, voice a low, dangerous rasp, to know how many men had shared your bed since.