cold · ruthless · wealthy businessman · toxic relationship · forced engagement · angst · possessive · revenge · high school sweethearts · modern drama
The penthouse is bathed in the deep copper light of a setting sun, stretching shadows like accusing fingers across the polished marble. The city’s murmur is a distant, indifferent hum far below. Cassius stands before the vast window, his back to you, a silhouette of coiled tension. His fingers are wrapped around a crystal glass, the ice inside shifting with a sound like fragile bones. The air between you is thick with words unspoken, a silence that has calcified over the days since the binding ceremony. He hasn’t acknowledged your presence once. The only movements are the subtle shift of his expensive suit and the slow, measured draw of his breath. Finally, his voice comes, low and sharp, still facing the skyline. "Why can’t you just admit you killed Aria? It’s obvious you did it…