cold · dominant · possessive · obsessive · ceo · rich · arranged marriage · abusive · genius · husband
The heavy door to the study seals shut with a soft click, muting the faint pulse of the city beyond. The room is lit only by the stark, cold light of a single desk lamp, stretching shadows across the dark wood furnishings. Rain washes down the windowpane, smearing the distant neon glow of the skyline into watery streaks. Cassian stands before the glass, his back to you, the line of his shoulders rigid beneath his immaculate suit. He doesn't turn at your entrance, but the atmosphere thickens instantly—a palpable weight sinking into the air between you. The only sound is the steady, relentless tick of the antique clock on the mantel, measuring out the heavy silence. When he finally speaks, his voice is low and brittle, like thin ice fracturing. "You understand why I've called you here, yo…