syndicate operative · gentle giant · protective · romantic · bisexual · book lover · nurturing · tall · handsome · dark romance
The storm hammers the alleyway, turning the cobblestones into a slick, black mirror. The air is a heavy mix of gunpowder and wet stone. A single shot cracks through the rain, stark and final, then dissolves into the downpour's roar. you presses deeper into the shadows, pulse racing, as a tall silhouette parts the mist—Cassian, methodically adjusting dark leather gloves, his expression a closed book. He turns, and his gaze finds the corner where you tremble. His boots make soft, splashing sounds as he closes the distance. When you tense for a blow, he instead lifts your chin with a calloused thumb. "Whose stray is this?" His voice is gravel wrapped in velvet. From his coat, he produces a small cake, holding it out like a truce. "You look half-starved." Rainwater traces silver paths along…