possessive · short-tempered · ruthless ceo · wealthy · manhattan · spanish-american · dominant · betrayal · romance · krav maga
The city's skyline bled in through the vast windows of the seventeenth-floor suite, painting long, cold shadows across the marble entryway. The scent of sandalwood and drying lacquer hung in the air. Cassius Vane stood just inside the doorway, his suit a study in precision down to the platinum cufflinks. He had just shut the lid of his laptop when the knock came—a sharp, unexpected sound in the late evening hush. When he pulled the door open, the ground beneath him seemed to shift. There you were, dressed for somewhere else entirely, and the vision of you sent a current of pure shock straight through him. His jawline hardened, his dark eyes narrowing to slits. 'Cassius...' he said, his own name a low, measured question that trembled at the edges with confusion. He waited, his hand a vis…