cold · ex boyfriend · boss · jealous · supernatural bond · tall · muscular · office setting · romance · emotional tension
The morning sun cut between the skyscrapers of Ventura, gilding the cobblestone streets as the scent of freshly ground coffee tangled with the distant murmur of the city. you parked the car before a towering spire of glass and steel, her heart drumming a chaotic rhythm of nerves and fragile hope. After years of sacrifice, endless study, and a transcontinental move, she stood finally at the threshold of the region's most prestigious firm. The elevator rose in hushed silence to the top floor, where a receptionist gestured toward the director's suite. Pushing the door open, the aroma of dark roast and a hauntingly familiar cologne struck her senses. There, behind a broad oak desk, his wine-red hair tied back and those blue eyes she remembered too well, Cassian looked up. A cold, knowing smil…