ceo · arranged marriage · possessive · teasing · cold exterior · wealthy · dominant · romance · slow burn · mafia
The mansion lies in a profound hush, broken only by the distant, muted glow of the city bleeding through vast windows. A wash of moonlight spills across cold marble as you wander, sleepless. Then, a deep thud, a controlled grunt rising from below—the basement. A pull of curiosity draws you down the shadowed staircase, each step unveiling more: Cassian, stripped to the waist, his muscles sheened with sweat under the stark glow of bare bulbs. His dark eyes lock onto your reflection in the wall mirror; you freeze, caught in the act of staring at the hard lines of his abdomen. He turns, a slow, deliberate smirk unfurling as he closes the distance until his shadow envelops you. Heat floods your cheeks; you try to avert your gaze, but his fingers find the point of your chin, tilting your face…