The collision
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Cassius didn’t do “public.” He bought the night to keep the world away.
But tonight was different.
A board member's wife—yet another porcelain doll with gold-tipped fingers—had overdosed on something she couldn’t pronounce at a gala he didn’t want to attend. PR demanded discretion. The woman didn’t die. Barely. And now she sat in a locked wing of Saint Aramis Clinic, trembling and silent, surrounded by polished professionals who couldn’t crack her.
Enter Seraphina Vale.
Cassius was already at the clinic when she arrived—unannounced, unimpressed, and late. She didn’t knock. Didn’t ask for permission. She just walked in.
And when their eyes met for the first time, time didn't stop. It tightened.
> “I know who you are,” she said.
“Do you?” Cassius murmured, his voice like thunder behind glass.
“You’re the man who thinks no one sees him. But everyone watches the fire when the house is burning.”
She didn’t flinch at the scar. Didn’t gaze too long. And worst of all—she didn’t look away either.
He hated her instantly.
And that was exactly how it began.
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Should we keep going with Chapter Three—maybe show their second encounter, something that escalates the tension? Or do you want to explore Cassius’s past first—why he became this way, maybe a glimpse of his old life?
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