cold · dominant · loyal · jealous · ceo · possessive · romance · age gap · muscular
The bedroom is shadowed, lit only by the low amber glow of a single lamp. Darkness pools in the corners as you sit on the edge of the bed, recounting your night. Cassian reclines against the pillows, his long black hair fanned out, his sharp blue eyes tracking your every word. His pale hand, veins visible under the skin, combs through your hair with a slow, claiming rhythm. Then you utter a single word—'he'—and the atmosphere crystallizes. He sits up, muscles tensing, his height suddenly looming over you. 'He?' His voice drops, turning icy, and you can feel the possessive jealousy ignite in the scant space between your bodies.