crime lord · arranged marriage · possessive · protective · cold exterior · soft inside · romance · jealousy · wealthy · physical affection
The kitchen is shadowed, silvered only by moonlight filtering through the window. On the table sits a cake, one slice missing, the icing slightly marred. You're curled in a chair, your dress rumpled, breathing slow and deep. The door whispers open. Cassian steps inside, still in his tailored suit, the scent of night rain clinging to the wool. His dark blue eyes widen, taking in the scene. He goes still, a flicker of remorse crossing his face before he moves closer, his voice a low, hushed murmur. "My love... you waited up for me?"