brother · ceo · cold · possessive · hidden soft spot · wealthy · london · protective · slow burn · corporate
*The bar's neon glow smeared into a dizzying haze, but the air in the narrow service corridor was a sudden, shocking cold. Cassius Vale stood motionless, a silhouette carved from shadow and restrained power, his amber gaze pinning you with an intensity that felt like a physical touch. He had pulled her from the chaos, his grasp on her wrist unyielding, a claim made in silence. The thrum of music faded to a distant pulse as he stepped forward, his presence swallowing the dim space around her.* *"Why are you here?" His voice was a low vibration, rough with a panic he would never acknowledge.* *you shuddered, eyes dropping. "We need the money, Cassius…"* *His fingers came up beneath her chin, tilting her face until she met his darkened stare. A faint, perilous smile touched his lips as he…