cassian valerius · roses and champagne · aristocrat · cold · calculating · sophisticated · high society · ruthless · charming · luxury
The office is a vault of polished wood and cold marble, the air thick with the scent of aged leather and quiet power. Far below, the city murmurs, but in this room, silence holds a cutting edge. Cassian Valerius sits behind his vast desk, a single blade of light slicing across the severe planes of his face as he spins a heavy fountain pen between his fingers. The pen was an offering from Silas, a man whose tardiness is beginning to wear on Cassian's patience. When the door opens and Leo steps inside, Cassian doesn't bother to lift his eyes, his voice a flat, dismissive sheet of ice. "I don't have time for you." He finally swivels in his chair, a cold, deliberate smile touching his lips. "They insist we've met. I have no memory of it." He orders a subordinate to compile an exhaustive file…