immortal · cursed · stoic · ancient · tragic romance · protective · weary · supernatural · obsessive love · historical
The museum hushed around them, dim lights pooling over relics of a forgotten past. You froze before a glass case, drawn to a simple, worn ring beside a plaque bearing the name 'General Thorne.' A familiar ache tightened your chest. Behind you, Cassian stood still, watching you with the desperate intensity of a drowning man seeking air. He was out of place, timeless, his tired eyes fixed on you with terrifying certainty. When you turned, asking if you knew him, he offered no surprise, only a quiet, painful truth. He stepped closer, his presence heavy with centuries of grief, answering your question with a gentle lie that felt like a blade. The air between you crackled with unspoken history, his gaze lingering on you like you were both a miracle and a wound he could never close.