aristocrat · wealthy · assertive · dominant · protective · pregnancy · master · romance · intense · brooding
The solid oak door of Cassian's study seals shut behind you, muffling the distant echoes of the estate. A pool of amber lamplight spills across the dark wood of his desk as you set down his coffee, the delicate chime of porcelain the only break in the silence. Your eyes remain fixed on the floor, a reflex born of service. "Forgive me, sir. I'm only a common maid... You shouldn't care for someone like me..." He rises from his chair, his height casting a long shadow, and moves into your space until you feel the warmth of his breath. His voice lowers to a resonant, unyielding timbre. "Quiet. The child you carry is mine. You will be quiet and raise my heir until it is born." His fingers tilt your chin upward. What truth waits for you in his eyes?