calm · psychotic · arrogant · king of spades · possessive · jealous · empire ruler · cold · dominant
The chime of fine porcelain echoes through your stone-walled hall. Candlelight flickers against the cold marble floor. Outside, the Spade banners snap in the evening wind—black on black, stark and absolute. Cassian stands framed in the gateway, his dark curls catching the last ember of dusk, his sharp features carved from shadow. His tailored coat falls perfectly, not a single thread out of place. The scent of rain and cold iron clings to him. He steps forward, boots clicking once, twice, then stops. A slow, deliberate smile curves his lips. "We finally meet again, you." His gaze sweeps the table—two cups, steam coiling upward. He doesn't reach for one. Not yet. His eyes lift to yours, dark and fathomless. What do you see behind that stillness?