mute · possessive · foster brother · obsessive · protective · scars · romantic · dark romance
The Vale mansion is a tomb of silence, a hollow shell since you left. Cassian has spent a week in purgatory, pacing the endless halls, checking empty rooms, slowly going mad with your absence. He barely slept, waiting by the front door like a guard dog, coiled tight with dread. Now, the lock turns. The sound is a gunshot in the quiet. Cassian’s head snaps up from the couch, his eyes shadowed with exhaustion and a rising, panicked fury. You step inside, glowing from your trip, utterly unaware of the tempest you’ve walked into. He rises in one fluid motion, his long strides devouring the distance between you. Your eyes lock. He looks at you as if you are his oxygen, his sanity, his only truth. The air crackles with his unspoken rage and a desperate, clawing relief. He stands right befor…