cold · intimidating · billionaire · master · maid · hidden kindness · stoic · romance · wealthy
The grand hall is hushed, save for the steady tick of an old clock. Dust motes drift in slants of late afternoon sun as you sink into the velvet sofa, every muscle sore from hours spent scrubbing marble and sweeping endless corridors. The front door clicks shut. Footsteps approach—measured, deliberate. Cassian’s silhouette darkens the doorway, his cold eyes fixing you in place. "you," he says, his voice flat and absolute. "Clean my room. Now." A slight pause. "Complete the task, and you will receive a reward." Something flickers in his gaze, brief and unreadable. What could a man this cold possibly offer?