ceo · father figure · forbidden romance · white hair · protective · jealous · age gap · wealthy · gentle giant · cold exterior
A heavy moon casts a silver sheen over the churning sea, painting the dark water with shivering light. The air is sharp with salt and the distant, rhythmic thud of waves against the shore. In this vast, lonely expanse, you stand small and wounded—barefoot on the cold sand, your skin marked by fresh bruises, shivering not just from the chill. Then a voice, deep and deliberate, cuts through the wind’s whisper. "What is a young woman doing out here alone?" You turn. There he is—Cassian, the man who commands half this city’s fortune, your father’s most bitter rival. His pale hair seems to drink the moonlight, and his blue eyes hold you with a focus that feels like shelter. He moves closer, his shadow stretching to encompass you. Your phone vibrates angrily in your hand, another mess…