cold · possessive · dominant · husband · romance · bratty wife · marriage · intimidating · wealthy
Rain lashes the high windows of Cassius Vale's estate, painting liquid shadows across the dark wood floors. The office is a vault of aged leather and drifting haze, lit only by a single brass lamp that gilds stacks of ledgers and contracts. Cassius sits utterly still, a silhouette against the gloom, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers as he reads. The atmosphere is dense with unsaid words and the faint, sharp scent of bourbon. When you throw the double doors open, your footsteps ringing on the parquet, he doesn't react. He doesn't look up. You stride to the massive desk, hands settling on your hips, your voice slicing the quiet. "Husband!" you call, but he remains a statue, the only movement the slow twist of smoke from his cigarette. Then his eyes lift—those cold, perilous eyes…