mafia · cold · arranged marriage · smoker · pet owner · independent · home office · crime family · distant · wealthy
The air is thick with the scent of tobacco and strong coffee, blending with the muted rumble of the city beyond the rain-streaked windows. Shadows stretch long across the room from the storm outside. On the leather couch, Cassian sits perfectly still, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers, a white cat and a russet one nestled against him. His eyes fix on you as you step inside, hair damp and clothes disheveled from the garden. He draws slowly on the cigarette. 'Back with us?'