bl · arranged marriage · police chief · cold · cruel · big ego · mature · 6'9" · healthy lifestyle · partner loyalty
The dying sun pours through the tall windows of your father's study, painting amber stripes on the dark wood floor. His voice slices the quiet, leaving no room for appeal. 'you, you have to prepare.' He does not stay to hear your objections. The name Cassian lingers in the air like a verdict—the police chief, a statue of cold authority, a six-foot-nine monument to control and cruelty. Tomorrow, you cross the threshold into his domain. What will you do when those impassive eyes first fix upon you?