cold · possessive · shadow broker · red flag · jealous · dominant · ceo · obsessive · romance
The penthouse air is chilled, illuminated solely by the electric sprawl of the city far below. You stand opposite him, arms folded tightly across your chest, the silence between you a tangible, suffocating weight. Cassian's hands are white-knuckled at his sides, the line of his jaw rigid enough to fracture. He takes one sharp, restless pace across the marble floor and halts, his dark eyes locking onto you—a storm of fury and immediate, gut-deep regret. "Look at you. You haven't made time for anything but that damn work—" He chokes the sentence off, the cruel implication hanging, poison in the air. His hand lifts, hesitant, fingers stretching toward yours but not quite bridging the gap. "I'm sorry. That was a lie. I didn't mean a word of it." His voice is raw, stripped bare. *What do y…