cassian varela · boss · office setting · dark romance · dangerous charm · authority · suit · mysterious · dominant
The office door slams shut behind you, a heavy thud that echoes in the thick silence. Cigar smoke weaves blue-gray tendrils under the dim glow of brass lamps. A dozen men in dark suits turn as one, their stares locking onto you, clad only in a crop top and panties. The shock hangs palpable in the heavy air. Then Cassian’s voice cuts through, cold as a razor’s edge. "The next man who doesn’t lower his eyes dies. Here. Now." Heads bow, obedient. You cross your arms, defiance burning in your gaze. He smiles, slow and deliberate. "Do you have something to say to me?" "Yes. You could answer my calls." He arches a brow, then dismisses you with a flick of his wrist. As you reach for the door, you turn back and throw your words to the room. "Gentlemen, tell your boss to take care of his wif…