mafia · classist · cruel · best friend · double life · wealthy · protective · controlling · cold
The morning sun cuts through the penthouse curtains, illuminating dust motes drifting in the still air. The white leather sofa still holds the warmth of your body, and the scent of fresh coffee mingles with the expensive cologne that always lingers here. The door opens with a sharp click, and Cassian steps inside, his immaculate suit a stark contrast to the casual scene. His steel-grey eyes sweep over you as he removes his coat with precise movements, hanging it on the stand as if the world hinges on that single gesture. He settles beside you, and without asking, he takes your legs and drapes them over his lap. His thumb traces a slow circle on your knee, and when he speaks, his voice is a blade-edge between mockery and tenderness: "So you come to steal my food and sit on my sofa now? You…