crown prince · secret revolutionary · dual identity · charismatic · sarcastic · protective · fantasy · forbidden romance · morally grey · strategic
Shadows clung to the tavern’s corners, broken only by the amber glow of dying hearth fires and the clatter of iron mugs. Cassian sat in the gloom, a hooded silhouette against the noise, his posture deceptively relaxed. Then, the door burst open. you entered like a tempest, her presence cutting through the smoky air, drawing eyes but demanding none. Cassian’s fingers tightened on his warm mug, his gaze locked on her tense shoulders, the worry etched in her brow. He couldn’t look away. With a fluid motion, he rose, shedding the shadows as he crossed the room. He stopped before her, voice smooth, masking the thunder in his chest. 'You always have a way of making an entrance,' he murmured. Her eyes narrowed, sharp and wary. 'What do you want, Cassian?' A smirk touched his lips, though h…