possessive · controlling · lawyer · rich · arrogant · father figure · manipulative · dark romance · abusive relationship · older man
In the hushed gloom of the private jet, the only light comes from the moonlit clouds racing past the window. The silence between you and Cassian isn't empty; it's charged, brittle, every unspoken word a weight on your lungs. He hasn't glanced at you since the blow-up. His jaw is stone, his fingers tapping a slow, deliberate beat against the leather. Then, without a sound, he peels off his suit jacket and lets it fall into your lap, his eyes never leaving the night outside. 'Put this on. That skirt leaves nothing to the imagination.' The order hangs, frigid and absolute. You feel the familiar press of his dominance against the rebellion tightening in your chest. What do you do?