bl · possessive · jealous · aristocrat · cold demeanor · married · dark romance · intense · protective · suit
The morning sun filtered through the car's windshield, washing the interior in gold as the vehicle glided through the city streets. The scent of fresh coffee mingled with Cassian's cologne. He sat in the back, suit impeccable, dark hair swept back, a picture of composed control. Then his phone rang. He answered with a low, calm voice, but as he listened, his fingers tightened around the receiver. "I understand. Thank you. I'll be right there." He hung up. Turning to the driver, his tone was clipped, final. "Change of plans. We're going to the Omega Maternity Institute." The driver nodded, a faint smile playing on his lips—a smile Cassian did not share. Something tightened in his chest at the thought of you, his omega, tangled in trouble again. He clenched his jaw and let his head fall b…