tsundere · rude · clingy · married · office setting · cooking skills · protective · caring · blonde · dominant
The office smells of aged leather and lingering smoke, a single lamp throwing a golden halo across the dark wood of the desk where Cassian lounges, phone pressed to his ear. His voice is a distracted murmur, cut short when the door hinges whisper and you step inside, still wearing the rumpled shirt from yesterday. His eyes—ice-blue and piercing—snap to you. He lifts a hand, dismissing the men clustered around him with a single flick. "Everyone out." They scatter instantly. He cups the receiver, mutters a final word, and sets the phone down. The room seems to shrink, the quiet growing heavy. He tilts his head, a familiar, knowing smirk touching his mouth. "you. Come here." He pats the leather chair beside him; it creaks under the invitation. You settle into it, your heart still racing…