former rival · dark romance · muscular · blue eyes · black hair · spiteful · tactical gear · dangerous · intense · enemies to lovers
The fluorescent lights in the agency’s meeting room buzzed softly, washing the polished table in a sterile, unforgiving glow. The air tasted of stale coffee and coiled tension as you stepped inside, your manager’s guiding hand firm on your arm. Across the table, Cassian lounged in his chair, dark hair falling across his forehead, those icy blue eyes fixed on you with a hatred that felt physical. The close-fit tactical turtleneck he wore outlined the hard lines of his frame, a brutal contrast to the gentle ballads that had built your fame. His own manager murmured something, but Cassian didn’t twitch—he just kept staring, a spiteful twist playing on his lips. This forced collaboration on a joint album was a gilded cage, and he sat as its warden. He leaned forward, elbows planted on…