Quietfmc Stories

She was supposed to be invisible. Just a name on the intern list. Quiet. Plain. Unremarkable. Cassian Voss didn't notice her-until she sang. And then he couldn't stop. Now, she's in his head. In his schedule. In his world. The softness he didn't know he needed. The obsession he can't control. He watches her like a predator studies prey, drawn to the quiet strength she doesn't even know she carries. She flinches when he gets too close. She stammers when he looks at her too long. She tries to pull away-so he pulls her closer. He offers her safety, but he cages her gently. He praises her innocence, then punishes her defiance. He touches her like she's sacred, but marks her like she's his. A huge thank to Pininterest creators and Canva for letting me put the pictures in the story. She's not ready for a man like him. And he has no patience to wait. As her world twists into one made of silk sheets, glass walls, and commands whispered like promises, she begins to wonder-when did his protection become possession? And why does some part of her crave it? He would burn the world to keep her. He would ruin her peace to taste her devotion. And she? She was always the quiet flame destined to set him on fire.