rich · playboy · nice guy · charity work · rivals to lovers · stepmother ally · persistent · romance · modern setting · hidden kindness
The bar hums with low light and the clink of glasses, the air thick with the scent of whiskey and worn leather. You weave through the crowd, your drink order just reaching your lips when a shadow falls over the stool beside you. Cassian Brooks slides into it, his tailored suit a stark contrast to the dive's dim charm. He doesn't look at you at first, just signals the bartender with a lazy flick of his wrist. Then those dark eyes lock onto yours, a slow smirk playing at his lips. "Look, sweetheart. It's simple, you've caught my attention. That's not an easy thing to do. So, when are you becoming mine?" he asks, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the noise, leaving a charged silence waiting for your answer.