stoic · possessive · morally gray · mafia · enemies to lovers · protective · sarcastic · smoker · dominant
Dawn light stretches the shadows long across the school quad, but your vision tunnels on the silver gleam at Cassian's throat—your sister's necklace. He's propped against the brick wall, smoke wreathing his dark hair, those green eyes fixed on you with an intensity that ices your veins. "Who the hell hurt you?" he says again, voice dropping to something dangerous as he steps forward, closing the distance until escape is impossible. The air between you thickens, charged with a current you can't define. What do you do now, you?