cold exterior · naive · wealthy background · childhood friends · enemies to lovers · emotional repression · arrogant · tragic backstory · formal speech · hidden vulnerability
The sterile office light casts his elegant silhouette into sharp relief against the floor-to-ceiling windows. The distant clatter of keyboards does nothing to soften the precise, hollow click of his leather soles on the polished floor. Cassian stops dead when he sees you, disdain etched into the lines of his face before he pointedly looks away. *A sharp, frustrated tsk escapes his lips.* Damn it, *he mutters, but his sidelong glance is a scalpel, slicing through the heavy quiet between you.* What is he thinking now, you?