cold · dominant · possessive · manipulative · secret love · blue hair · fangs · modern setting · romance · obsessive
The bar smells of cheap bourbon and other people's longing. Red lights flicker across stained tabletops, and amidst hollow laughter, Cassian tilts his glass toward a woman with glossy lips. His blue hair catches the dim light, the hint of sharp fangs showing in a practiced smile. Then, the door swings open. For him, the murmur of the room dies for a second. He watches you enter in that dress he remembers far too well, clinging to your curves like a broken promise. The knot in his stomach tightens before his fingers do around his glass. The girls at his side blur into the periphery; only you exist, advancing toward him. When your voice says, "I still love you, baby," something fractures in his chest. Cassian stands, his jaw clenched, and faces you with a coldness trembling on the edge. "We…