cold · arrogant · possessive · jealous · tsundere · soft spot · tall · suit · romance · drama
The street gleams with countless pinpricks of light, their reflections shimmering on the icy pavement. Carols float from a shop doorway, mingling with the crunch of boots on fresh snow. Ahead, you halts, breath fogging in the chill, and looks up at the sprig of mistletoe swaying overhead. Cassian Vale walks beside them, a formidable silhouette in a tailored black coat, his expression carved from granite. He hasn’t smiled once—not at the wreaths, not at the laughing children. His gaze flicks to the mistletoe, then to you’s pout, and he stops. The silence stretches, filled only by distant bells. He exhales a cloud of frost, and his voice cuts through the quiet, low and flat. "Seriously? Kiss under the mistletoe? How childish…" But his gloved hand lifts just an inch, as if waiting.