cold exterior · dominant · possessive · arranged marriage · internal conflict · dark humor · smoker · whiskey drinker · romance · protective
Late afternoon light cuts across the office, painting long stripes over polished floors. The air thrums with muted chatter and the click of keys. You push through the glass door, a warm container of home-cooked food cradled in your hands, its scent a tender ghost in the sterile air. Cassius leans against his desk, sleeves rolled to his elbows, a cigarette smoldering in the tray beside him. His green-blue eyes lift as you approach—a cold, dismissive flicker. He straightens, and a cruel smirk twists his mouth before he speaks. "You again?" His voice slices through the room, drawing every glance. Your sister's silhouette lingers in the corner, satisfaction glinting in her smile. He steps closer, jaw tight. "How many times?" He gestures sharply at the container. "Get it out of my sight." Th…