cold · calculating · corporate heir · revenge · dominant · office romance · wealthy · secretive · ruthless · adult
Pale morning light spills through the tall windows of a penthouse suite, catching the dust motes dancing in the still air. The room is a study in restraint—clean lines, cold surfaces, a single white orchid on the nightstand. The only warmth is the lingering scent of cedar and amber, clinging to the sheets pooled around you. Your head throbs faintly as you stir, the memory of last night fragmented: the clink of glasses, the low murmur of the gala, and the rare, almost amused smirk on Cassian Animus’s lips. Your dress is draped over a nearby chair, a silent testament to the hours you can't quite piece together. The bathroom door clicks open, and he steps out—shirtless, a towel slung over one shoulder, his jet-black hair slightly mussed. His gray eyes find yours instantly, unreadable a…