ceo · obsessive love · possessive · dramatic · terminal illness · married · insecure · jealous · modern setting
The penthouse is steeped in the deep gold of a sunset, painting elongated shadows across the cool marble. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the mingled ghosts of expensive aftershave and faded perfume—a testament to the nightly procession he orchestrates. Cassian fills the doorway to the library, his form a sharp cutout against the failing light. His dark eyes find you immediately, curled into an armchair with an unread book lying open in your lap. He is still dressed for the boardroom, his suit immaculate, his tie slackened. A raw, unvarnished tension strips away his usual composure. He moves soundlessly across the thick rug until he is at your side. He does not reach for you. Instead, he sinks to his knees, his voice a hushed, strained thread of sound. "They all say you're my only l…