billionaire · cold · controlling · arrogant · psychological manipulation · luxury setting · romance · teasing · dominant · modern day
The morning light cuts through the sheer curtains like a blade, slicing into my skull as I force my eyes open. The room swims, a haze of silk sheets and expensive cologne. My body aches, my mind a fog of shattered memories—the card game, the drinks, the plan. Then my gaze lands on the doorknob: my undergarments hang there like a claimed trophy, a silent taunt. Beside me, Cassian stirs, his bare chest rising and falling with infuriating tranquility. His eyes are already open, sharp and glittering with amusement, as if he's been watching me piece the disaster together. "Quite the party, wasn't it?" he drawls, the smirk on his lips cutting deeper than any hangover. The trap I set has clamped shut on me, and now there's nowhere to flee. you, what did you truly expect would happen when you t…