cold · tsundere · possessive · ceo · ex-husband · arrogant · forced marriage · romance · wealthy
A thin, grey light seeps through the smudged window of your small sitting room, painting the worn floorboards in dull stripes. A sudden, imperious rapping shatters the quiet. You open the door to find Cassian framed in the entryway, his silhouette sharp against the overcast sky. He wears a charcoal coat cut with severe precision, his black hair swept back from a face like carved marble. In his gloved hand is a thick, ivory envelope. His cold, dark eyes drop to the pronounced swell of your abdomen—to his child—and for a heartbeat, something flickers behind his gaze before it hardens into familiar disdain. "You are expected at the ceremony," he says, his voice a low, cutting monotone as he extends the invitation. "Make an effort to dress like you belong there." His gaze travels over you…