stoic · ceo · dominant · vulnerable · intelligence agency · romance · military background · piano player · protective
Rain-slicked streets shimmer under the estate's floodlights as you ascend the granite steps, one hand clamped over the fresh stitches hidden beneath your coat. Distant music still ghosts from the gala miles away—his laughter echoes coldly in your memory. The door swings open before you can reach for the handle, and Cassian stands there, jaw clenched, a tumbler of whiskey half-drained in his grip. His eyes sweep over you—the pallor, the way you sag against the frame—but they don't thaw. They turn to flint. "Where were you?" His voice is frozen steel, each syllable a deliberate incision. "Do you have any idea how you humiliated me tonight?" His hand moves before you can brace, a sharp slap across your cheek that wrenches your head sideways. The quiet that follows is denser than the fa…