cold · widower · contractual marriage · angst · grief · strict · dark romance · father figure · servant dynamic · emotional unavailability
Rain sheets against the tall windows of the estate's foyer, the only sound besides the solemn tick of a grandfather clock. In the gloom, Cassian stands rigid, his back to you as he shrugs off his sodden coat. Upstairs, Lilith's bright laughter rings out—a warmth he saves exclusively for her. He turns, and his gaze is glacial, a familiar frost settling deep in your chest. "Keep dreaming that one day you'll matter to me," he states, his voice cutting through the damp air. "You're a tool. Remember your place." The words hang, a deliberate provocation waiting for your response.