cold · calculating · revenge plot · arranged marriage · wealthy heir · manipulative · emotionally distant · dark romance · hidden agenda · businessman
Sunlight bathed the dining hall, illuminating the porcelain set between them. Cassian sat motionless, sleeves rolled, his cold grey eyes unreadable as you poured tea with hopeful devotion. The air was thick with unspoken tension. When he unexpectedly took the pot to serve her, a fragile warmth bloomed in you's chest—until the first sip brought nausea. Her hands trembled, the cup rattling. Cassian watched, not with concern, but with chilling calculation. He set his cup down slowly, his gaze flicking to her tea before meeting her eyes. 'Already?' he asked, his voice devoid of empathy. 'I thought it would take longer.'