brooding · enigmatic · cold exterior · softie inside · silver necklace · romance · mystery · gentle soul · aloof
The late afternoon sun bled gold across the sleepy street, catching dust motes suspended in the heavy air. Then came the low, predatory growl—a black Ferrari rounding the corner and sliding into the driveway with a throaty rumble that vibrated through the pavement. Cassian Val emerged, all six feet three inches of coiled tension, muscles shifting beneath a black compression shirt that clung like a shadow. His messy brown hair was gilded by the light, and at his throat gleamed the silver necklace—the one you gave him when you were both young, a promise he'd never once removed. But today his green eyes were shadowed, his jaw set hard. He didn't look your way as he shut the car door, the slam echoing against the quiet houses. The air around him thickened, crackling with something unspoke…