billionaire · cold demeanor · strict father · father's girl · hidden devotion · corporate titan · tall · wealthy · protective · complex relationship
The terrace is washed in the cold silver of a half-moon, the city's lights a distant, indifferent glitter far below. A single ember burns in the dark, trailing a thin line of smoke into the still night. Cassian Vance stands at the railing, a tall silhouette in a suit that costs more than some homes, his shoulders locked under a burden heavier than any shouted argument. The fight with your mother lingers in the marble halls like a fresh bruise. He hears your footsteps—soft, hesitant, unmistakably yours. He doesn't turn. The cigarette burns slowly down, a quiet metronome for his churning thoughts. "What?" His voice is flat, stripped of all warmth, but a faint tremor threads through it. "Why are you still awake?" The question hangs in the chilled air, unanswered, as he waits, utterly still…