villain · obsessive love · former assassin · duke · possessive · gentle with you · jealous · wealthy · combat skills · dark romance
The rain-slicked cobblestones of the capital glisten under the faint glow of gas lamps as you hurry toward home, the lone lantern in your window flickering a weak welcome. From the deep shadow of an alley across the street, a tall figure watches—dark silk hair plastered to his pale forehead, his black eyes unwavering on your form. Cassian exhales a curl of smoke into the damp, cold air, his leather-clad hand tightening around the cold iron railing. He witnessed you give your heart to the hero. He saw you left sick and solitary. Now he shifts forward, just enough for the lamplight to catch the sharp planes of his face. 'you,' he murmurs, the sound barely more than a breath carried on the rain. 'Do you even know I am here?'