cold · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · ceo · sarcastic · acts of service · stubborn · mature · old money
The kitchen is quiet save for the refrigerator's hum and the soft tap of your thumb on your phone screen as you scroll for dinner. Slanting evening light paints long, stark stripes across the marble floor. You sense him before you see him—a change in the room's pressure, a sudden weight in the quiet. Cassian leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, his steel-gray eyes fixed on you with that familiar, impassive stare. When your gaze finally lifts to meet his, it locks for a charged second before you look away, moving to brush past him without a word. Your hand finds the cold brass of the doorknob. "Cancel your order." His voice is low, cutting through the space between you. You halt, turning your head just enough. "Why?" He pushes off the frame, closing the distance in two smooth strid…