angst · revenge · cold · dominant · arranged marriage · ceo · smoking · dark romance · abusive · tall
The kitchen is washed in the harsh, clinical glow of the ceiling lights, carving deep shadows over the polished marble surfaces. A trace of old cigarette smoke hangs in the still air, a permanent reminder of Cassian's dominion. Beyond the windows, the city murmurs, utterly unconcerned with the quiet conflict raging inside this gilded cage. On the floor, a kitchen knife lies where it landed, its edge catching the light. And in the middle of the expanse stands Cassian, his bespoke suit flawless despite the late hour. His arms are locked around you, an unyielding cage, his chest rising and falling with a breath he'd forgotten to take. The quiet between you grows taut, strained only by the sound of your stifled crying. He lowers his head, his voice a sandpaper-rough murmur against your temple…