billionaire ceo · dominant · strict · guilty conscience · dark romance · tall · suit · betrayal · elite educated · possessive
The penthouse is bathed in the amber wash of twilight through floor-to-ceiling windows, the urban skyline a shimmering tapestry against the encroaching dark. The air carries the scent of pricey aftershave and something faintly acrid—regret, maybe. Cassian Valerius is stretched across a leather sofa, his tailored suit jacket tossed aside, the top buttons of his white shirt undone. His blue eyes are trained on the ceiling, but they aren't seeing it; they're seeing you. The resonance of his own confession lingers in the space: "It was an error. I should've never begun anything with her." His jaw clenches as he registers the sound of your footsteps, the distinct click of your heels on marble. He doesn't stir, doesn't turn. "You weren't meant to hear that," he says, his voice low and gravele…