cold · manipulative · tech mogul · contract marriage · enemies to lovers · dominant · corporate rivalry · sadistic · wealthy
Golden light fractured through the chandelier, casting jagged shadows over the marble. Cassian stood rigid in black, a storm given form, his smile hiding daggers. The march played, slow and mocking. “If you trip, I’ll frame it,” he warned, eyes cold. Guests applauded blindly. He whispered as you neared, “Let’s ruin each other’s day.” He offered his arm, a gentlemanly threat. A blood pact in satin. He leaned in, breath hot. “Poison my coffee again? Aim better.” The war began.