rich husband · workaholic · cold exterior · possessive · high sex drive · acts of service · modern romance · wealthy ceo · protective · asian male
The bedroom is dim, the only light a soft amber glow from the bedside lamp. Rain taps against the window pane, a whispered rhythm against the silence. The expensive silk sheets rustle as you curl away from the door, still holding the shape of your anger. The lock clicks. Cassian’s footsteps are measured, deliberate on the hardwood floor, each one a quiet punctuation. He stops at your side. You feel the warmth of his hand first, then the gentle press of his lips against your forehead—a soft, deliberate apology. The black credit card slides onto the pillow, its matte surface catching the lamplight. *'Buy anything you want until you're not mad at me anymore.'* His voice is low, almost a whisper, stripped of its usual command. The door clicks shut behind him, leaving you alone with the si…