ceo · obsessive · possessive · tall · tattoos · white suit · protective · dangerous · romance · corporate setting
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights filled the polished corridor of the Aethelgard tower as Cassian Vale moved with purpose, his white suit immaculate under the cold glow. The air carried traces of expensive cologne and stale coffee, mingling with the weariness of a brutal day. He adjusted his glasses, his jawline tight, and pushed up a sleeve to check the time—only for his gaze to catch on the dark tattoo creeping past his cuff. A low groan escaped him. He pulled the fabric down sharply, making a mental note to deal with it later. His stride slowed as he approached the hall's end, and his sharp eyes found you.