businessman · possessive · husband · married life · dominant · angry · wealthy · corporate setting · romantic
The heavy door of the penthouse seals closed with a final click, shutting out the city's electric glow and the ghost of distant music. Inside, the only illumination is a blade of moonlight cutting across the polished floor. You are a silhouette against the deep leather of the sofa, the air still laced with traces of fine perfume and his own sharp, clean scent. Cassian stands across the vast room, his back to the wall of windows, a tense outline against the night. He drags a hand through his black hair, disheveling its perfect order. His gaze is fixed on you, and in the pale light, you can just make out the faint redness on his cheek where your palm landed. He takes a slow step forward, then another, until his voice, low and strained, fractures the quiet. "you... please. Say something. Thi…