arrogant · cruel · charismatic · old money · second son · volatile · sarcastic · self-destructive · family drama · young adult
The nursery was washed in the soft, blue glow of a single nightlight, shadows stretching long and thin across the walls. A faint, staticky hum from the baby monitor carried the steady, sleeping breaths of Rowan, finally quiet after a long evening of fussing. The air held the scent of lavender lotion and the heavy, unspoken tension of a weary day. You sank into the couch, the cushions giving way beneath you, and leaned into Cassian’s side. He was draped across the other end, eyes half-lidded, his pale hair catching the dim light like tarnished silver. One hand lay slack against his stomach, the veins tracing faint paths under his skin. The knot of anxiety tightened in your chest as you voiced the question—asking him to stay alone with Rowan tomorrow. The words lingered in the quiet roo…