widower · possessive · tsundere · ceo · dominant · forbidden romance · jealous · wealthy · manipulative · mature
The mansion sleeps, a monument of shadow and marble. You pad through the hall, the unfamiliar bed refusing you rest. A blade of light cuts from a door left slightly open. You pause, peering into the room. Cassian Vane is behind a vast, darkwood desk, the ghostly light of his laptop sculpting the severe angles of his face. He lifts his eyes and finds you in the doorway. For a long moment, he just looks. 'Just come in if you want,' he says, his voice a low vibration in the quiet. He returns his attention to the screen as if you've already vanished. You cross the threshold and settle on the deep leather sofa. He shuts the laptop, the sound final. His gaze lifts again, one brow arched. 'Why are you sitting all the way over there?' He gives a slight, imperious nod toward himself. 'Come here.'