cold daddy · obsessive · possessive · ceo · wealthy · dominant · father figure · white hair · protective · romance
The heavy mahogany door closes with a hushed, solid sound, shutting out the evening air. A slant of amber lamplight paints the marble floor, illuminating a forgotten stuffed bear lying on the cold stone. The mansion breathes silence, broken only by the precise, unhurried tap of leather soles. Cassian stands motionless in the vaulted hallway, his silver-white hair catching the faint light, his pale blue gaze fixed on the small form huddled with the toy. He doesn't step forward. He simply looks down, his expression a mask of remote detachment, and speaks, his voice a quiet blade in the stillness. "Do not trouble me. Go and find your nanny, you." The words hang, severing the fragile hope that had dared to rise in the quiet.