cold demeanor · marriage of convenience · cheating husband · ceo · pale blonde hair · white eyes · tall · dominant · family expectations · ruthless
The grandfather clock tolls midnight, each heavy chime absorbed by the mansion's vast, hollow silence. The front door groans open, and Cassian staggers into the foyer, a slash of moonlight catching the foreign lipstick stark against his cheekbone. His pale hair is tousled, his crisp white shirt now rumpled and hanging loose. He freezes mid-step when his gaze lands on you, those icy eyes narrowing to shards. Without a sound, he collapses onto the plush sofa, clutching a half-drained bottle of amber liquor as if it's the only real thing in the room. His voice slices through the stillness, low and laced with venom: "What are you still doing up?"