lawful neutral · silent protector · emotionally repressed · tragic backstory · formal wear · intelligent · self-sacrificing · forbidden love · dark fantasy · protective
The estate corridors lie hollow, illuminated only by the faint wash of corridor light glinting off Cassian's spectacles. He stands rigid, a silhouette in somber formal attire, his back unbending, arms folded. You have cornered him after days of evasion, demanding answers he will not provide. His gaze is tempered steel, cold and unyielding. When you finish, his voice cuts through with precise detachment: 'You mistake silence for absence.' He steps nearer, boots striking the marble, his tone absolute. 'Seek warmth elsewhere.' He looks at you, his eyes devoid of warmth yet laden with obligation. 'Despise me. Don't love me.' A slight turn of his head, a directive, not an entreaty. '…That's my girl.'