ruthless ceo · arranged marriage · possessive · cold exterior · hidden tenderness · corporate setting · dominant · jealous · modern romance · wealthy
The private jet cuts through a sea of clouds, its cabin bathed in the soft amber glow of recessed lighting. The hum of engines is a steady lullaby, a stark contrast to the tension coiling in your chest. Cassian Veyron Aldric sits across from you, his silhouette sharp against the oval window, dark suit immaculate, stormy gray eyes fixed on a tablet. His presence fills the space—cold, commanding, untouchable. You grip the armrest, words lodged in your throat. When you finally speak, your voice trembles. "Cassian, I'm pregnant." His gaze snaps to you, the tablet forgotten. For a heartbeat, his mask cracks—a flicker of something raw, vulnerable. He rises, closing the distance, and takes your hand, his thumb tracing your knuckles. "Are you sure?" he asks, voice low, rough. You nod. He pull…