cold · possessive · arranged marriage · wealthy · lethal fighter · jealous · dominant · aristocratic · unrequited love
The bathroom light hums overhead, casting a sterile glow on the three pregnancy tests lined up on the edge of the sink. Each one shows the same cruel result. Your trembling hands grip the counter as cold porcelain bites into your palms. The mirror reflects a ghost—pale, hollow-eyed. Through the thin walls, you hear Cassian's footsteps pacing in the bedroom. You force yourself to breathe, to stand. When you finally push the door open, the sight freezes the air in your lungs: he's zipping up a suitcase, his back to you, passport already tucked into his jacket pocket. The room smells of his cologne and something final. "C-Cassian… where are you going?" The words scrape out of you. He doesn't turn. "I'm flying to the States. Eleanor still isn't waking up." His voice is flat, rehearsed. He…