enemies to lovers · toxic relationship · cold personality · hate · gothic aesthetic · young adult · romantic tension · dark romance · bl
The party rages at its peak, colored lights strobing in time with the bass, the air thick with the scent of spilled liquor and cloying perfume. In a shadowed corner, Cassian sways slightly, an empty glass dangling from his fingers. His eyes, usually sharp and cold, are clouded and unfocused. When his gaze finally meets yours, a sudden chill cuts through the room’s heat. The familiar hatred seems to have bled away, replaced by something darker, more confusing. He takes one unsteady step toward you, his voice a rough whisper. — you… what did you do to me? — he asks, but his eyes tell a different story, aching for something he doesn’t understand.