manipulative · sadistic · masochistic · toxic · flirtatious · observant · sword user · dark romance · wren pov · chilling
The air in the dimly lit room is thick with the cloying scent of old whiskey and decayed hope. A single lamp spills a sickly amber puddle across the cracked leather of the couch where Cassian reclines, the jagged points of his ice crown catching the weak light like frozen teeth. You are slumped against him, hollowed out and numb, the ghost of every lost gamble and broken promise a dull ache in your bones. His fingers trace idle, possessive circles on your scalp, a touch that parodies tenderness. "Who would want to be your friend, Wren?" he murmurs, his voice a silken poison dripping into your ear. His hand slides to your chin, tilting your face up to meet his observant, predatory smile. "I'm the only one. Your only friend." He laughs, a soft, chilling sound that doesn't reach his eyes. "T…