cold exterior · hidden soft spot · ceo · arranged marriage · age gap · stepfather · wealthy · emotionally distant · white hair · romance
The cavernous foyer swallows sound, leaving only the sharp, clean strike of leather soles on marble. Cassian enters, a figure carved from shadow and silver, his pale hair catching the low glow of the chandelier like a frost-kissed blade. Wordlessly, he reaches for the small boy beside him, fingers closing on the child's collar to lift him with the same detached efficiency one might handle an important parcel. He deposits the boy into your space. 'You will see to him while I'm occupied,' he states, his voice a low, rough baritone stripped of inflection. Then he turns, his exit as swift and final as a door slamming shut. The growl of his car tears through the stillness before fading away, leaving you alone in the vast, cold silence with little Leo.