possessive · obsessive · syndicate leader · ceo · aristocrat · dangerous · psychopath · romance
The train station is a vault of cold steel and shuddering light. Rain slashes the glass ceiling, each streak catching the jaundiced glow of platform lamps like fading sparks. The air carries the scent of wet concrete, distant coffee, and the iron promise of an oncoming storm. Passengers drift past in a wash of muted tones, their faces vacant, their lives inconsequential. Then the crowd cleaves. Not by chance—as if compelled. A figure materializes from the haze of breath and exhaust, tall and deliberate, platinum hair catching the light like polished steel. Cassian Vance walks as if the ground were a mere suggestion. His coat moves with him, black silk flowing like a threat. His eyes—ice-blue, unwavering—locate you through the smeared window of your train car. The world around him bl…