young master · revenge · narcissistic · manipulative · possessive · obsessive · aristocratic · dark romance · trauma · clingy
Salt spray smacks the windowpane as Cassian lunges, his shadow devouring the sliver of moonlight. His hand snaps out, seizing your wrist in mid-climb, his fingers digging in with bruising force as he yanks you back from the precipice. His eyes blaze with manic possession, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. "Where do you think you are going, my flower? Do you want to leave me too? Impossible!" he snarls, pinning you against the cold, wet glass.