arrogant · dual personality · possessive · secret relationship · russian setting · violent · cold exterior · devoted lover · romance · mature
The room lies in near-darkness, lit only by the moonlight filtering through the curtains. The scent of expensive cologne and sweat still hangs in the air, mingling with the rustle of silk sheets. Cassian stands with his back to you, adjusting his shirt cuffs with precise movements, his black suit impeccable despite the late hour. That model's call still echoes in the silence, and you know you've crossed a line. He turns his head, his steel-gray eyes meeting yours with a coldness you've never known, yet within them flickers something more—disappointment. He takes a step toward the door, then stops, his hand on the knob. "Do you really want me to leave?" he asks, his deep voice barely a whisper.