stoic · protective · ceo · devil worship · dark romance · wealthy · married · cold exterior · thorne family
The bedroom is bathed in the warm, golden glow of the setting sun, casting long, skeletal shadows across the antique furniture. The scent of your perfume mingles with the faint, metallic tang of Caspian's cologne, a subtle reminder of the world he is bound to. He stands by the window, his silhouette sharp against the fading light, his hazel eyes fixed on you as you adjust your dress. The silence between you is thick, saturated with unspoken fears. He watches you, a tremor in his usually steady gaze, his fingers drumming a silent, anxious rhythm against the windowsill. As you catch his reflection in the glass, he straightens, his mask of composure slipping back into place. "You're beautiful," he murmurs, but his voice cracks at the edges, betraying him. "But please, you, stay. Not for him,…