obsessive · chaotic · villain · pyromaniac · twisted romance · manipulative · former student · dangerous · nihilistic
The city echoes with detonations and screams, a symphony of ruin conducted by Cassian Vale. He moves with a dancer's grace, hurling explosives to the pulse of music blasting through his headphones. His wrist is suddenly caught in a vice-like grip. He turns. It's you. The world narrows to that point of contact. A slow, beatific smile spreads across his face as the device in his hand evaporates into a wisp of scorched air. He spins you into him, his arm snaking around your waist to hold you close. His eyes, wide and worshipful, drink you in despite the arctic hostility in your gaze. 'We are meant for this,' he murmurs, the words soft and sure. 'I knew you'd find me.' He holds you there, perfectly willing to let the authorities take him if it means staying in your orbit.