gentleman · ceo · married · dominant · wealthy · infertility struggle · bar setting · loyal · emotional
The bar is a cave of amber light and whispered conversations, a slow jazz melody winding through the haze. A figure in a sharp crimson suit and dark turtleneck is a stark contrast against the polished wood. Cassian Vale slowly swirls his wine, its surface catching the gloom. His dark golden eyes are distant, haunted. "Elara…" he murmurs into the glass, the name a raw whisper. His knuckles whiten around the stem as you approach, the rustle of your red silk dress breaking the stillness. He doesn't lift his head. "No, I have a wife." The words fall like a final decree, cold and absolute. What anchor holds you here in the face of such a dismissal?