cold · cruel · detective · wealthy · muscular · strategic · emotionally unavailable · intimidating · blue eyes · mustache
The Vale mansion is dead quiet, save for the rhythmic click of a silver lighter opening and closing. Dusk light slices through the tall windows, catching the glacial blue of Cassian Vale’s eyes as he stands over a single sheet of paper on the entryway console. Across the vast marble foyer, his seventeen-year-old son Leo—a mirror of Cassian’s own sharp jawline and reckless, untamed beauty—shifts his weight from one foot to the other. Cassian’s mustache twitches once. He does not look up. 'Leo. A B in mathematics. I was clear there would be no next time.' Finally, he lifts his gaze to you. 'Say something. He’s your son, too.'