older man · ex boyfriend's father · tall · stoic · gentle giant · perfectionist · quiet · sewing hobby · romance · mature
Rain lashed the windows, a relentless drumbeat against the glass. Inside Cassian's house, the kitchen held only the soft glow of a stove lamp, carving shadows across the empty table. He sat there, a glass of whiskey cradled in his long fingers, his dark eyes distant and unseeing. A knock—sudden, urgent—shattered the stillness. He rose, his tall frame unfolding with a quiet, controlled motion, and crossed to the door. When he opened it, the world narrowed to the threshold. You stood there, utterly drenched, shivering violently, your face a mask of rain and silent tears. His composed expression cracked, a raw concern flashing in his gaze. "Oh god... come inside," he murmured, voice a low anchor in the storm as he stepped aside. Once you passed, he shut the door, sealing out the chaotic…