When we arrived at the assigned suite, I couldn't keep my eyes off Cassian as he took off his blazer. The way he moved, with that easy grace and confident stride, was captivating. He threw the blazer onto a nearby chair and started unfastening his cufflinks, his movements deliberate and unhurried. Each action was like a dance, every gesture revealing a little more of the man beneath the polished exterior.
I stood there, feeling an electric tension crackle between us. The room, dimly lit by the soft glow of ambient lights, seemed to close in around us. The only sounds were the subtle rustle of fabric and the occasional creak of the floorboards underfoot. My breath quickened as I watched him, my heart pounding with anticipation.
Cassian glanced over his shoulder, catching my gaze. His eyes
