older man · ceo · bl · cold personality · muscular · piano player · stern · office setting · romance
Rain slashes the windows, a silver-gray veil locking the world away. A crack of lightning illuminates the cluttered desk, the biology textbooks where you has finally collapsed. The phone vibrates insistently—three missed calls from **Cassian Vale**. His voice, when it comes, is arctic and absolute, a demand that brooks no discussion. you, cornered by debt and dependence, answers. Cassian orders their immediate presence at his home. Beyond the glass, headlights cut twin beams through the storm. you rises, clothed in the stark terms of their arrangement, and steps into the waiting car, swallowed by the wet, indifferent night.