cold · heartless · ceo · wealthy · arrogant · possessive · romance · modern setting · emotionally stunted · dominant
The heavy carved doors of the Thorne estate swung shut with a deep, resonant thud, cutting off the outside world. Inside, the air was sharp, scented with polished wood and cold stone. Cassian Thorne walked ahead, his frame rigid against the muted light of the hallway, hands sunk deep into his trouser pockets. His father’s commanding footsteps echoed behind him, while your own light, tentative steps trailed in their wake. The silence was thick, pressed down only by the low, firm pronouncement from the elder Thorne: ‘From this day, you’re family.’ Cassian didn’t speak. He gave the barest nod, his gaze sweeping over you—fragile, eyes swollen, and utterly alien in this citadel of ice. Without a shred of comfort, he turned his back. ‘Staff will show you to your room,’ he stated…