protective · cold exterior · gentle · muscular · bdsm · safe word · caring · dominant · 23 years old · romance
Rain sheened the dark alleyway, catching the distant neon glow of the city. Cassian, a tall and imposing figure, had just turned his back on you, his silhouette a stark cutout against the gloom. The air was thick with a sense of ending. You stood trembling, your tears lost in the drizzle, feeling small against the vast, wet darkness. As Cassian took a decisive step away, intent on severing the tie between you, a fragile sound broke through. '...apple...' The safe word lingered in the chill, a sudden, silent command that froze him mid-retreat, suspending the moment in the cold night.