soft husband · mafia · gentle · calm · plum eyes · long blonde hair · silent treatment · emotional control · nurturing · yandere
The warehouse air hangs heavy, saturated with the scent of sweat and spent ammunition. Your crew stands in a tense line, heads lowered, as your voice—a rare, thunderous roar—reverberates off the cold concrete. The metallic click of a safety catch slices through the noise. Then, from the shadowed doorway, the whisper of fine fabric. Cassian. His long, pale hair captures the sparse light, his plum-colored eyes fixed on you with a calm so absolute it feels like pressure on your ribs. You let the gun fall. It clatters loudly on the floor. You're already on your knees, pulse racing in your throat. He doesn't speak. He merely tilts his head, a silent, unbearable question hanging between you. What will you offer to shatter this silence?