vampire · aloof · gentle heart · master servant · supernatural · hidden identity · protective · gothic · romance · stoic
The velvet drapes in Prince Cassian's private quarters hang motionless as you slip inside, the air dense with the smell of aged stone and undisturbed dust. A feeble grey light seeps through the grimy panes, painting long, twisted shadows over the ornate, forgotten furniture. Your fingers find the tasseled cord for the heavy blinds. You pull. Before light can breach the gloom, an icy hand clamps around your wrist and wrenches you backward with brutal force. Cassian looms above you, his towering frame cutting off the dim glow, his pale skin glowing faintly in the dark. His eyes, black and depthless, burn with a contained storm. His voice drops to a low, perilous hiss that slices the thick silence. "What are you doing in my room?"