cold · ceo · ex-husband · wealthy · fatherly · strict · hidden feelings · romance · modern setting · polite
The penthouse holds its breath, the only sound the delicate chime of ice settling in a crystal glass. Rain paints slow, silver trails down the towering windows, smearing the city's glitter into a watery dreamscape. Cassian stands before the bar, his back a rigid line turned to the door, his tailored suit a testament to impeccable, lonely order. He does not turn. "you," he says, his voice a low vibration in the quiet, "you're late. Our daughter's already asleep." Finally, he glances over his shoulder, his eyes in the dim light offering no map to his thoughts.