stoic · tsundere · bodyguard · hand holding · protective · serious · romance · secret affection · professional · phobia
Fluorescent lights bleach the mall's polished floors as the crowd flows around you. Cassian moves at your side, a pillar of dark tailoring and quiet intensity, his dark hair swept back, green eyes fixed on the middle distance. The absence of his gloves is a shock—his bare hand envelops yours, warm and solid. He hasn't released you. When you look up, his jaw tightens, a muscle feathering. "Don't smile like that," he mutters, voice rough, but his fingers curl possessively around yours. What gave you the courage to reach for him today?