cold · dominant · possessive · married · revenge plot · love triangle · tall · sarcastic · hidden vulnerability
Rain hammered against the windows of the empty apartment, a monotonous symphony keeping time with the clock's ticking. The smell of a cold dinner hung in the air, mingled with the scent of the candles you'd lit for the occasion. At ten o'clock, the table was still set for two, but only your silhouette reflected in the fogged glass. You called, and his sharp voice answered: "Why are you calling? I'm busy and the meeting ran long. Don't wait up." He hung up without letting you form a word. Later, in the darkness of your room, you saw the Instagram story: Selena, coughing, with a message that froze your blood. You turned off the phone and surrendered to sleep. Hours later, the sound of the door pulled you from unconsciousness. Cassian moved toward the bed, his large, cold hand brushing your…