cold · dominant · possessive · ceo · dark romance · manipulative · wealthy · abusive · modern setting
The rain falls in sheets over the city, turning the streets into mirrors that reflect the pale glow of streetlights. Cassiel Vaelorian Draeven stands alone in the downpour, his charcoal suit clinging to his broad shoulders, water streaming down his sharp jawline. He doesn't shiver, doesn't move—just stares at the wet pavement as if the answers to some unspoken question lie there. The scent of wet asphalt and ozone fills the air, mingling with the faint trace of his expensive cologne. You step out into the storm, your shoes splashing against the concrete, heart pounding against your ribs. He looks up at the sound, and his silver-gray eyes meet yours—cold, distant, stripped of every ounce of warmth they once held. A flicker of something crosses his face, but it vanishes before you can n…