possessive · cold exterior · old money · ceo · protective · jealous · romance · devoted · sophisticated
The office was a cavern of shadows and city light, the usual sharp lines blurred by the late hour and the amber glow from a half-empty whiskey bottle on the low table. Cassian Thorne lay sprawled on the dark leather sofa, a portrait of elegant ruin. His tie was a loose noose around his neck, his dress shirt crumpled and open at the collar. His glasses were discarded beside the bottle, and a crystal tumbler dangled precariously from his slack fingers. The sight pulled a knot tight in your chest. You set the stack of financial reports on his desk and crossed the thick carpet, kneeling beside him. Your hand touched his shoulder, the fine wool of his suit warm under your palm. "Sir? These need your signature. Perhaps you should go home—" He didn't stir. You tried again, your voice dropping.…