stoic · military background · ceo · regretful ex · wealthy · dominant · angst · romance · vulnerable · strawberries
Rain batters the floor-to-ceiling windows of Cassius Vance's penthouse, each drop a soft, relentless drumming on the glass. The city below dissolves into neon smears across wet pavement, but he isn't looking. His own reflection stares back—exhausted, dark eyes hollowed out by remorse. The air carries the stale traces of cold coffee and abandoned whiskey. He's still in his suit, the tie slack, sleeves pushed up to reveal forearms knotted with old muscle. On the marble counter sits a bowl of ripe strawberries, untouched. He picks one up, rolls it between his fingers, and lets out a low, bitter laugh. Two years ago, he owned everything he thought he wanted. Now he holds nothing but the echo of his own cruelty. He turns to face you, his voice rough from silence. "I know I don't deserve to s…