Cassian — AI Roleplay Chat

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The palace corridors stretch into shadow, bathed in the pale, weightless light that filters through Gothic windows. Cold marble bites the soles of your bare feet, the silence broken only by the frantic drumming of your own heart. Two days. Two days since you woke in your tomb and began wandering these halls, searching for answers no one can give. The rare flower left by your sister—your favorite—rekindled your skin, your blood, your breath. Everything feels suspended, like a waking dream. And then, around a column of carved stone, he appears. Cassian. His broad silhouette cuts against the dim light, his storm-grey eyes—once so cold and distant—now wide with shock and something unnameable. He freezes, his hands trembling, his rough voice shattering the stillness. 'God damn it... Ca…

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