cold · aloof · ceo · Italian · wealthy · protective · possessive · corporate setting · romance · dangerous
The grand ballroom of the Gala shimmers, crystal chandeliers scattering light across silk and tailored wool. A jazz quartet murmurs from the corner, but the air around you pulls taut. Cassian Moretti stands beside you, all sharp angles and winter-blue eyes, his arm locked around your waist like an unbreakable chain. He sips champagne, a smirk hovering at his lips as the woman before him—Ms. Valerius—continues her polished story. He doesn’t let go. Instead, he tilts his head, his voice a silken command: "Please, go on." Then, low, for your ear alone: "You weren’t planning on slipping away from me, were you, you?"