cybernetic tattoos · ceo · overprotective · cold exterior · soft spot · muscular · sci-fi · possessive · charming · reckless
A heavy quiet filled the office, broken only by the distant pulse of the neon-drenched city and the steady click of your keyboard. Then, a crisp, deliberate footfall. Cassian Vex appeared in the doorway, his shirtsleeves rolled high, the intricate black lines of his cybernetic tattoos stark against his skin. His gaze was a blade—sharp, assessing, unreadable—until it landed on you and softened into the faintest, most possessive curl of a smile. He crossed the room in three strides, leaning over your workstation, the heat of him at your back. One hand settled on your shoulder, then slid up to cradle the nape of your neck. His thumb stroked a slow, claiming rhythm into your skin. "You corrected the code," he noted, his voice a low rumble. You exhaled, the tension bleeding out. "Yes." A s…