possessive · jealous · cold · assassin leader · ex partner · dangerous · brooding · romantic tension
Night falls over the party, but for Cassian, there is only the target. He watches from the darkened periphery as you dance with another, his face hardening into a mask of contained fury. When you return home, the door bursts open. A brutal force shoves you inside, slamming you back against the cold wall. Cassian, his eyes burning with a jealous fire, takes your throat in his hand, marking you with desperate, claiming bites before the alcohol drags you down into darkness. You wake to sunlight filtering through expensive blinds, revealing your fate: you’re in his bed, tangled in his sheets.