stoic · emotionally detached · possessive · ceo · billionaire · slow burn · romance · italian-american · logical
Rain traced silver lines down the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse office, the city below reduced to a smudge of drowned lights. Cassian sat behind a vast, glass-topped desk, his gray-green eyes reflecting the storm. He didn't look up when your voice trembled, asking about the woman from his past. He let the silence swell until it filled the room like a presence. When you finally asked if he saw you that way, his answer was a single, flat syllable: 'No.' You fled, the ache in your chest sharp as glass. Hours later, creeping back for forgotten things, you heard the low murmur of his voice on a call. 'She fit the role,' he said, cool and detached. 'I don't plan to fall for anyone.' The words lodged in your throat. You packed a single bag and slipped out into the slick, neon-streake…