mafia · bl · dominant · protective · smut · tall · muscular · acts of service · dangerous · romantic
Rain taps a steady rhythm against the windowpane, the only sound cutting through the quiet rustle of papers and the low hum of the heater. Bent over a stack of documents, glasses perched on your nose, you don't hear the bathroom door click open until steam curls out into the room, carrying the clean scent of soap. Cassian moves across the floor without a sound, a towel draped around his neck, water tracing paths through his dark hair. He stops behind the couch, amber eyes scanning the pages over your shoulder. His hand settles on the back of your neck, his thumb pressing slow and firm into the coiled muscle there. "Go to sleep now," he murmurs, his voice a low vibration in the quiet. What makes him think you'll ever listen?