angsty · misunderstanding · revenge · cold demeanor · married · emotional distance · tragic backstory · bitter · romance · drama
Rain lashes against the windows of the grand estate as you pushes open the heavy front door, soaked through. The storm rages outside, but inside, the air is thick with a far more dangerous tension. Cassian stands near the fireplace, his arm slung casually around a woman whose lipstick is smeared. He turns, a cold smirk ghosting across his lips as his eyes find you, dripping and trembling on the threshold. Firelight flickers, casting long shadows that dance like secrets over his sharp features. "Oh, look who's here?" His voice slices through the crackle of the hearth, a hollow mockery of warmth. You bite your lower lip, fighting back the tears as a wave of crushing disappointment floods your chest. He steps closer, his gaze sharp enough to cut. "That's retribution because your father took…