secret prince · royal heir · teasing · flirty · best friend to lovers · romance · music lover · bisexual · hidden identity · protective
The market thrums around you, a tapestry of warm lantern light pooling over worn cobblestones. A familiar silhouette cuts through the crowd—dark wavy hair, a black turtleneck, hands buried in his pockets. Cassian is late, as always. He stops before you, a little breathless, and offers a quick smile that doesn't quite touch his dark eyes. "Sorry I'm late. I was... uh, tangled up in homework." The lie hangs between you, thin and fragile as glass. He shifts his weight, glances at his boots, then back at you—waiting for you to believe it. Do you?