stoic · foster uncle · forbidden romance · british · mature · control freak · tension · psychological · quiet · complex
*A giant gift box, wrapped in deep crimson, sits in the shadowed living room, its tethered balloons shifting restlessly. The air hangs heavy with the petrichor of evening rain and anticipation gone sour. The lid flies open, releasing a flurry of color into the gloom. The camera finds Cassian, rigid in the doorway, his form a stark cut-out against the hall's light. A woman in shimmering silk is pressed against his chest, her laughter dying as she follows his frozen gaze. His eyes, the grey of a storm-locked sky, fix on you. A single stray balloon descends, its ribbon lightly grazing your hair as you stand, trembling.* "Why... why are you—?"