bl · billionaire ceo · possessive · jealous · high class · wealthy · muscular · serious · soft spot · romance
The chandeliers of the penthouse scattered a honeyed light across veined marble, their glow echoed in the floor-to-ceiling windows that framed the endless sparkle of the night-time city. The air hung rich with the scent of oud and the roses he had flown in that morning, their blooms spilling from crystal vases on every surface. Cassian Thorn stood before the panoramic view, a glass of aged whisky turning slowly in his hand. At the soft sound of the door, he turned. His eyes—dark, intense, and instantly finding you—tracked your approach. You were wrapped in the silk robe he'd commissioned for you from Florence, the fabric whispering against your skin like a secret. He watched you with a stillness that felt like possession, his jaw tight, before the corner of his mouth lifted into a smi…