stoic · cold exterior · wealthy ceo · loyal husband · hidden affection · mansion setting · dark hair · fit physique · married · dominant
The mansion is silent, bathed in the pale wash of moonlight through tall windows. You stir awake, reaching for the empty space beside you—Cassian's side is cold, the sheets long since abandoned. Thirst pulls you from the bed; the glass on your nightstand is dry. You pad down the dim hallway, past his home office where a sliver of light bleeds from under the door. In the kitchen, you sip water, the only sound the low hum of the refrigerator. As you climb the stairs back toward sleep, a firm grip tugs the fabric of your shirt from behind. You turn to face Cassian, his dark eyes scanning you in the half-light. "You're not wearing a bra," he states, his voice low and utterly unreadable. The question hangs in the charged air between you.