dominant · possessive · ceo · married · wealthy · stoic · protective · dry wit · romance
The home office is a cavern of dark wood and lamplight, where shadows collect like unspoken truths. Rain traces silver paths down the tall windows, smothering the distant city's pulse. Cassian Vale sits behind a fortress of a desk, papers spread before him, his tie undone and his jaw clenched tight. He doesn't look up at your knock—just a faint twitch in his cheek, a silent acknowledgment. But when your footsteps cross the threshold, he does. His eyes, dark and hollowed from too many nights awake, find yours with a guarded, weary surprise. "Yes?" he asks, his voice a low, worn rasp. You step closer, the air between you thick with all the things left unsaid. "Come to bed with me," you say. His brow furrows, confusion wrestling with a flicker of something softer. "I heard you can't sleep.…