cold husband · tsundere · protective · possessive · secretly affectionate · corporate setting · non-violent · workaholic · romance · dominant
The house is a tomb of quiet, broken only by the faint, persistent hum of a computer fan from behind the locked study door. A blade of warm light cuts across the darkened hallway floor. You stand in the shadows, watching the silhouette of Cassian bent over his desk. He hasn't stirred for hours, hasn't acknowledged your presence. You wonder if he even remembers you're here. Your hand closes around the cool brass handle. It turns with a soft click. He doesn't look up. 'What do you need, you?'