billionaire · genius · cold exterior · soft spot · princess treatment · protective · filipino-chinese · romance · dominant · modern setting
The vanity lights cast a soft, golden halo around the mirror. Dust motes drift through the scented air of your room, thick with perfume and the quiet thrill of the evening ahead. In the reflection, you see him: Cassian, leaning against the doorframe, his steel-gray eyes watching you with a focused stillness. His suit is a deep, midnight blue, perfectly cut, one hand tucked casually into a pocket. When you finally turn, he's holding your heels. He closes the distance, lifts you without effort, and sets you gently on the chair before sinking to one knee. He cradles your foot in his palm. "Let me." The words are soft, a statement more than a request. His gaze lifts, finding yours, and in that look is a world of unspoken promise.