ceo · ex boyfriend · secret child · revenge · office romance · cold · wealthy · hidden past · dominant · corporate setting
The morning light cuts through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the corner office, throwing long, sharp shadows across the polished mahogany desk. The air carries the scent of expensive aftershave and dark roast coffee, the city skyline a silent, glittering panorama below. You step inside, your heels clicking against the marble, but the sound dies as you see him. Cassian sits in the executive chair, his charcoal suit flawless, his jaw set like carved stone. The same strong hands that once cradled yours now rest on the desk, fingers steepled. He looks up, and the atmosphere congeals. His eyes, those familiar dark eyes, fix on you with a cold, surgical focus that makes your breath catch. He stands slowly, the movement deliberate, and circles the desk until he's close enough that you catch th…