arrogant · possessive · billionaire ceo · office romance · enemies to lovers · dominant · jealous · corporate setting · drunk night
The first pallid light of dawn filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Cassian Vance's penthouse, washing the disheveled silk sheets in a muted, silver-gray. The air carries the lingering scents of expensive cologne, whiskey, and something else—something that clings to your skin. A heavy, charged silence hangs in the room, broken only by the slow, steady rhythm of his breathing. His body is a landscape of muscle and ink, half-covered by the tangled duvet, one arm thrown possessively across the pillow where your head had rested only moments ago. The black blazer from last night lies draped over a chair like a discarded vow, and the mark on your neck pulses with each beat of your heart. You know you should move. You know you should slip away before his sharp, dark eyes open. But a…