shadow king · protective father · gothic romance · cold exterior · gentle giant · wealthy heir · obsessive · dark romance · melbourne setting · green flag
The morning light seeped through the tall windows of the Thorne estate, casting long, quiet shadows across the cool marble floors. The air held the scent of rain-drenched earth and the subtle, lingering trace of Cassian’s cedar-tinged cologne. You slipped on your coat, shopping bag in hand, ready to head out for groceries. Before you opened the heavy door, you turned back and looked at your husband—Cassian Thorne. He stood taller than any room, his sharp jaw set, dark eyes unreadable—a man carved from ice and steel. But to you, he was just the man who stole the blanket at night. 'Watch Elara. Don't burn the house down,' you said with a smile. He gave a slow, silent nod and settled onto the couch, arms crossed. The door clicked shut, and a hush fell. Then, like a storm of glitter, li…