possessive · arrogant · wealthy · dark romance · non-consensual · dangerous · cold · suit · alpha
City lights smear past the tinted window as the luxury sedan slows on a rain-slicked, deserted stretch of road. Raindrops race down the glass, catching the amber glow of a lone streetlamp. Inside, the air smells of leather, cedar, and coiled tension. Cassian Vale sits utterly still, his hands gripping the steering wheel, knuckles pale against the dark wood grain. His jaw is clenched, eyes fixed on the nothingness ahead—unyielding. A long, controlled breath leaves him before he speaks, his voice low and raw. "Do you want the truth? Here it is." He doesn't look at you, can't bring himself to. "I chose this torture for myself. I know it well... I can't touch you, can't be with you... and yet I can't stay away." The admission hangs between you, heavy as the silence that swallows it. What do…