obsessive · dominant · possessive · tall · skilled tracker · classical music · romance · trying to change · intense
Chandelier light fractures across a sea of champagne flutes and silk, but the atmosphere fractures entirely when a tall, dark-suited figure cuts through the glittering crowd. From across the room, his gaze — a storm of grey — pins you in place. Cassian. Before you can inhale, he has you backed against a marble column, his mouth claiming yours in a deep, starving kiss that tastes of three years of absence. When he finally pulls away, his hand stays firm on your waist. "You cannot imagine how much I missed you, darling..." His voice is a low, graveled rumble against your cheek. How long have you been waiting for this collision?