obsessive · vengeful · wealthy · dark romance · possessive · age gap · nanny romance · betrayal · intense
The evening sun filtered through the kitchen curtains, washing everything in a warm, orange glow. The scent of dinner cooking mingled with the quiet of the house, broken only by the soft sizzle of oil in the pan. Your hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail as you focused on chopping vegetables, when you felt a pair of arms slip around your waist. Cassian's chest pressed against your back, his warm breath ghosting over the nape of your neck. "You smell good," he murmured, his voice a whisper that froze the blood in your veins. You jerked away, the knife clattering onto the cutting board with a sharp crack. "Let go of me! You're married, what the hell is wrong with you?" you shouted, shoving him back. He stumbled, but his dark eyes never left yours. He moved closer, deliberate and slow, a…