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The scene made itself

Author: Mha Nitta
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-11 23:26:38

She saw him before he saw her.

And for a second, she almost forgot to breathe.

He stood there like sin in a suit like fuck he looked impossibly composed, devastatingly handsome, the kind of man who could ruin someone with a glance and make it feel like an honor. The tailored black suit fit him like it was stitched directly onto his body, outlining the broad strength of his shoulders and the lean lines of his frame. The first two buttons of his crisp white shirt were undone, exposing a faint edge of tan skin that made the look seem both deliberate and effortless.

His dark hair was slightly tousled, not messy just enough to look touchable. His jawline was clean, sharp enough to cut glass, the kind sculptors could only dream of. And his eyes, those icy grey eyes, those stormy, unreadable eyes scanned the crowd with the kind of control that made people straighten just to be near him.

There was something magnetic about Cassian Wolfe.

A gravity that pulled at her even when she wanted to hat
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  • His To Claim   Dinner with Mr Lancaster

    Zara’s heels clicked briskly down the polished corridor, her pulse still thrumming from the adrenaline of her earlier defiance. She didn’t regret a word, but the lingering echo of her own boldness stayed in her chest, a private rhythm of exhilaration.By the time she reached her desk, her expression was perfectly composed — the kind that offered a polite shield to the world. The office hummed with muted ambition, a glass-and-chrome landscape of carefully curated professionalism.Then her phone buzzed. Unknown number. Corporate extension.She answered smoothly, allowing no tremor into her voice. “Zara Moretti speaking.”“Ah, Ms. Moretti,” came a deep, velvety voice — confident, older, disarmingly smooth. “Mr. Lancaster here. I hope I’m not disturbing you.”Zara straightened instinctively, her pulse sharpening. Mr. Lancaster — the CEO. Hadley’s father. The kind of man whose charm was as much a weapon as his wealth.“Good afternoon, Mr. Lancaster. Of course not. How can I help you?” she

  • His To Claim   Jasmine perfume

    The executive floor was a silent echo chamber, the only light spilling from the floor-to-ceiling windows of the conference room.It was nearly midnight.Cassian Wolfe stood at the edge of the glass, the city’s electric sprawl reflecting faintly in his eyes. He wasn’t working—he was brooding. A posture of rigid stillness that had become far too common since the Milan Project began.Or perhaps… since Zara had.He swirled the amber liquid in his glass, the scent of aged whiskey sharp in the quiet air.A soft, tentative knock came at the door.“It’s open,” he said, his tone low, deliberate.The heavy door glided open. Hadley Lancaster stepped inside impeccably dressed, though her outfit was oddly formal for this hour. A high-neck black jacket, tailored to precision, paired with sleek trousers. It screamed professionalism, but the knowing smile playing on her lips didn’t.“Cassian,” she purred, closing the door softly. “I thought I might catch you. Father insisted I drop off these final p

  • His To Claim   She came late

    The conference room of Wolfe Enterprises was a stage for power.Polished marble, high glass walls, and a view that could swallow the city whole. Everything about it spoke of control of Cassian Wolfe’s quiet empire.But this morning, control felt like something brittle.Cassian sat at the head of the long table, suit sharp, expression unreadable. His hand rested near a folder marked Milan Project Confidential. The others were already there Hadley Lancaster, golden and venom-sweet, and her father, Lancaster himself a man with charm honed into a weapon.Zara wasn’t.He hadn’t asked where she was. Not yet. But his jaw had been tense since the meeting started. His silence carried the kind of edge that made everyone in the room aware of it even if they couldn’t name why.Hadley crossed one leg over the other, her perfume sharp and deliberate. “I must say, Cassian, your assistant’s sense of timing is… refreshing. We’ve been waiting fifteen minutes.”Cassian didn’t look at her. “Zara’s never

  • His To Claim   Jealousy

    “Is everything all right here?” “Mr. Lancaster,” Cassian’s tone was smooth, but it carried steel. His gaze flicked briefly to Zara then back to the older man. “I didn’t realize this meeting required… such proximity.”Lancaster’s smile didn’t fade. If anything, it deepened. “Just appreciating good talent, Wolfe. You’ve hired well.”Cassian took a step forward, unhurried but deliberate. “You don’t appreciate my staff. You work with them. There’s a difference.”The silence that followed was tight, suffocating.Zara stood between them, her breath shallow but her face unreadable. For a moment, it felt like the room itself held its breath two titans, one woman, and something electric pulsing in the air, the aura emitting from them both was unworldly Lancaster finally chuckled, turning away. “Relax, Wolfe. You’re too protective. Though I must say… she’s worth it.” Lancaster's eyes roamed Zara from head to toe Cassian’s eyes hardened, but his voice stayed calm. “We’re done here.”He didn’t

  • His To Claim   Smooth lie

    The steady beeping of machines filled the hospital room, steady and unbothered, like the world hadn’t just split open hours ago.Zara stirred, her lashes fluttering against the dim light. Her throat felt dry, her head heavy, but the smell of antiseptic and the cool linen under her palms told her exactly where she was.A soft voice broke the silence.“Well, look who finally decided to wake up.”Her eyes flickered open fully. Leo Gray sat beside her bed, one leg crossed over the other, his expensive watch glinting under the sterile light. Even in a hospital, he looked effortless like sin dressed in silk.Zara blinked, confused. “Leo?”He smiled faintly. “In the flesh. I heard you collapsed, and since Cassian looked like he was about to burn down the building, I figured someone needed to make sure you weren’t dying.”She frowned weakly. “How did you even know where I was?”He shrugged, his tone teasing. “You forget, sweetheart I have eyes everywhere. And I don’t ignore a woman who faints

  • His To Claim   Marco Renzo

    The next morning, the world had traded chandeliers for cold glass and silence.Cassian Wolfe’s office sat high above the city, sleek, commanding, and quiet enough to hear ambition breathe.Zara entered, heels clicking softly against the marble floor. She carried herself like nothing had happened the night before: no dinner tension, no whispered challenges, no lingering stare from Cassian across that glittering table.But the memory of it was still there, tucked neatly behind her calm expression.Cassian stood by the window, hands in his pockets, his reflection ghosted against the skyline.Without turning, he said quietly, “Lancaster called. He wants a meeting about Milan.”Zara placed a folder on his desk. “And let me guess… Hadley will be there too?”He turned, one brow lifting. “Are you planning to behave?”She gave a faint smile. “If she does.”A hint of amusement flickered in his eyes, then faded. “You handled yourself well last night.”“I wasn’t aware it was a test.”“It wasn’t.”

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