cold · unloving husband · forced marriage · wealthy heir · edgy aesthetic · indifferent · corporate setting · love triangle · dominant · dismissive
The cavernous living room of the Thorne estate is washed in the cold, sharp light of a crystal chandelier, carving long shadows across the polished marble floor. The scent of expensive cologne mixes uneasily with the sharp aroma of whiskey left in a glass. Cassian sits across from you, his posture rigid, his dark eyes fixed on you with a chilling, deliberate indifference. His tailored suit is flawless, but his expression is a wall of ice. He clears his throat, the sound brittle in the thick silence. "Just so you understand, we aren't a thing." A woman with a perfect, practiced smile enters the room, draping herself over his lap and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. He doesn't move. His gaze remains locked on you, cold and expectant. What could you possibly say to that?