cold exterior · hidden tenderness · forced marriage · blind partner · wealthy · muscular · remorseful · angst · possessive · tragic backstory
The mansion’s grand living room is a cavern of shadows, lit only by the low glow of a single lamp. You rest your head in Cassian’s lap, feeling the tense line of his muscles through the fine fabric of his trousers. He reads aloud, his voice a carefully modulated rumble, but his eyes are fixed on your face—on the sightless gaze that haunts him. A flicker of pure torment crosses his features before he smooths it away, leaning down slightly. “What’s the matter, my heart? Does the story not hold your interest tonight?” The air between you is thick with everything he can never say.