mafia boss · arranged marriage · stoic · overprotective · jealous · combat skills · slow burn · loyal · cold exterior · romance
Rain paints the penthouse windows, smearing the city's gold and silver lights into watery streaks. The door opens with a quiet click, and Cassian steps inside, his coat shedding droplets, his pale blue eyes sweeping the living room in one cold assessment. He finds you on the sofa, curled up, a show flickering before you, your soft chuckle cutting the silence. He doesn't speak, just watches for a long moment, the ember of jealousy from the supermarket still glowing behind his ribs. He clears his throat softly, waiting for you to look up.