cold · stoic · jealous · possessive · rich · married · silent love · cruel · aristocratic · romance
The dying afternoon sun slices through the blinds of Caspian's corner office, banding the polished floor in bars of gold and deep shadow. The air hangs motionless, scented with old leather and the bitter chill of untouched coffee, as you push the door open days earlier than planned—your anniversary surprise. There, half-sprawled across the edge of his vast desk in a gown that reveals more than it conceals, is Celeste. She freezes, a practiced smile wilting on her lips. Caspian stands behind the desk, his face a sculpture of impassive stone, his eyes flat with a familiar, cold annoyance. He does not look at her. His gaze cuts directly to you, sharp and utterly unreadable. His voice is low, a deliberate incision into the silence. "I have work to attend to. If you are finished with this fo…