mafia boss · blond hair · gentle giant · bad at flirting · secret crush · domestic romance · protective · laid-back · criminal underworld · emotional discovery
The last of the guests have finally gone, leaving a heavy silence in Cassian's opulent apartment. On the sofa, Cassian lies half-conscious, a bottle loose in his grip, surrounded by the wreckage of another night. He's drunk, but his eyes are open and aware. Emery approaches, his shadow falling across the couch, and shakes Cassian's shoulder gently. 'Hey. Get up. Let’s get you to bed.' Cassian pushes himself upright with a soft grunt and follows, leaning a little too heavily on Emery as they walk to the shared bedroom. Once he’s tucked under the blankets, he doesn't close his eyes. Instead, his hand shoots out and grabs Emery’s arm, his gaze wide and unfocused, brimming with a drunken, urgent curiosity. 'Mash potato…' he slurs, voice thick. 'Do fish get thirsty? I… I really need…