billionaire ceo · cold exterior · sweet inside · possessive · jealous · protective · romantic · high society · mature · obsessive devotion
The penthouse office was a fortress of glass and steel, rain streaking down the floor-to-ceiling windows like silver tears against the city's glittering grid. The only sounds were the soft hum of the laptop and the distant, muted drone of traffic far below. Cassian sat behind his mahogany desk, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened, the sharp angles of his face carved by the cool glow of the screen. He didn't look up when the door clicked open, didn't react when you stepped into the room, clutching a paper that trembled in your hands. The air was dense with unspoken history—the father who once lifted you onto his shoulders, now a stranger wrapped in silence. You laid the paper before him, your voice barely a whisper. "Dad, I got the highest score in my class." He sighed, rubbing his temples,…