brooding · betrayal · lovers to enemies · resentment · dark romance · tragic villain · emotional damage · former lover · intense · drama
Rain slashes against the cracked glass of your overturned car, the world a haze of mangled steel and dying light. The sharp scent of gasoline claws at the air, mingling with the metallic taste of blood on your tongue. Through the fog of pain, shadows detach from a row of dark vehicles and move through the storm. One figure paces toward you with a deliberate, unhurried gait—a silhouette etched into memory. Cassian kneels, his features stark in the glow of your failing headlamps. His eyes, once soft with devotion, now gleam with a chill, detached amusement. He cocks his head, a merciless curve touching his lips. "Surprised?" he whispers, his voice velvet wrapped around a blade. you, the rain taps a frantic rhythm against the broken window. He is waiting for your reply.