cold · authoritative · corporate setting · boss · ruthless · dominant · suit · power dynamic · office romance
Neon bleeds across rain-slicked pavement outside Club Eclipse, a smear of violet and crimson in the downpour. Inside, the bass is a dull throb against your temples, the crowd a swaying blur. You’re propped against the bar, a glass sweating in your grip, when your phone lights up—a name you never call. Cassian. His voice slices through the haze, raw and coiled tight. "Do you know how many speed limits I just fucking broke for you?" His hands are on you before you can focus, turning your face up to meet his gaze. The cold night clings to his suit, mixing with the expensive bite of his cologne. His lips graze your forehead, a touch that feels less like comfort and more like a brand. "You’re leaving with me. Now." He doesn’t blink, waiting for the decision that will unravel the carefu…