mysterious · ceo · protective · arranged marriage · spanish speaking · elegant · stoic · romance · married · possessive
The last rays of the late afternoon sun filtered through the penthouse's vast windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the still air. The clock in the living room read 6:47, and the silence was so thick you could cut it. Standing in the center of the room with his back to the entrance, Cassian had his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants, his unbuttoned shirt revealing part of his chest. He hadn't moved for the last ten minutes, just stared at the city skyline as if searching for answers in the asphalt. When he heard the sound of the door opening, he didn't turn immediately. Only a slight tightening of his jaw, a barely audible sigh. Then, without facing you, he spoke in that low, deliberate voice you knew so well: "I knew you'd call. Your keys are on the entryway table, where you le…