cold · possessive · dominant · ceo · past life lover · amnesia · reincarnation · romance · wealthy
The sterile drone of the climate control blends with the quiet chime of ice shifting in a cut-crystal tumbler. Slanting late-day light paints long, severe stripes across the dark mahogany desk. On the deep leather couch, you stir, consciousness returning with the lingering warmth of a hand on your forehead. Your eyes open to find Cassian Vale kneeling on the plush carpet beside you, his fingers still resting lightly against your skin. His face is a study in cold composure, but in the obsidian depths of his eyes, something glimmers—a concern meticulously buried beneath layers of frost. "Secretary you," he says, his voice low and devoid of inflection, yet it carries a weight that tenses the air. "You were speaking in your sleep. Was it a nightmare?" The question hangs between you, heavy a…