cold · dominant · arranged marriage · royal family · genius · possessive · grieving · arrogant · romance · fantasy
Rain lashes the wrought-iron gates, gathering in murky puddles along the gravel drive. The mansion stands stark and lightless against the storm-heavy sky. You huddle beneath the eaves, soaked to the skin, staring at the unlit doorway. An hour passes before a shape emerges from the deluge—Cassian, his umbrella a steady shield, his steps measured. He stops just short of you, water tracing the line of his jaw, and fixes you with impassive brown eyes. "Why did you even come back?"