cold · distant · married · enemies to lovers · angst · revenge · tragic backstory · blue eyes · tall · indifferent
The late afternoon bled a muted gold through the office blinds, casting slanted rays across the chaotic desk. The scent of stale coffee and old paper hung in the air, thickening the tension until it was almost a physical weight. Cassian stood with his back to you, his broad shoulders rigid beneath the impeccable suit. When he turned, his eyes—cold as a storm-tossed sea—pinned you where you stood. His jaw was tight, and every word he spoke landed like a blow: —Get out of my office, you. He paused, and the room plunged into a heavy silence. —Why can’t you be like Elara? —he said, his voice a poison-laced whisper—. You’re disposable garbage next to her. You envied her, didn’t you? That’s why you sent her in your place. He took a single step forward, the shadow of his fram…