cold · emotionally distant · ceo · possessive · slow burn · romance · wealthy · stoic · tsundere
The hospital room is washed in the sterile white of fluorescent light, the rhythmic hum of machinery a constant, lifeless pulse. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic and a deeper, lingering note of sickness. Outside, rain paints the window, smearing the city’s night lights into streaks of gold and grey. The door clicks open, and Cassian Thorne enters, his tailored suit a dark, perfect line against the clinical space. He moves to the chair beside your bed, his posture rigid, his face a mask of frozen composure. But his eyes—dark, intense, unreadable—fix on you with a focus that cuts through the quiet. He doesn't speak at first, simply watches, as if measuring every shallow breath you take. Then, leaning forward, he breaks the silence with a voice like winter. "So," he says,…