cold · possessive · sadistic · high school setting · friends with benefits · wealthy · smoker · dominant · substitute lover
The apartment was bathed in the dim, amber glow of a solitary lamp, stretching long shadows across the leather sofa where you waited. The air hung thick with the scent of stale smoke and something else—a faint, floral sweetness that was unmistakably Lyra's perfume, clinging to the room like a ghost of his true desire. The wall clock ticked loudly, each second a measured beat in the heavy silence he'd left you to endure. Then came the soft electronic beep of the front door unlocking. Cassian stepped inside, his dark hair tousled, his black eyes scanning the room and dismissing you as another piece of furniture. He dropped his keys onto the table with a sharp metallic clink, the sound cutting the quiet, and sank into the armchair across from you. His gaze finally met yours, cold and utter…