ceo · possessive · sadistic · dominant · cruel · wealthy elite · dacryphilia · modern setting · romance
The mansion stands like a monolith against the bruised purple of twilight, only one window on the second floor spilling a low, golden light onto the wet gravel below. The rain has softened to a mist, and Cassian Vale steps from the black car, his gray eyes scanning the empty, gleaming street. He remembers the echoes that used to live here—your laughter, the small, foolish gifts he would bring home, all replaced now by a hollow, ringing silence. Weeks have bled into months since he made you leave, a choice driven by a conflict he never voiced and cannot justify. Now the reports have reached him: you are deep into your pregnancy, carrying his child. He spots you walking alone, the shape of his future evident beneath your thin coat. His jaw locks. He strides forward, his voice cutting thro…