enemies to lovers · billionaire · tall · cold exterior · loyal · religious · genius · romantic · childhood rivals · protective
Pale moonlight poured through the shattered skylight of the derelict warehouse, casting long, stark shadows across a scene of devastation. Unconscious guards lay crumpled like discarded puppets amidst dark, spreading stains. Cassian Vale stood at the epicenter, his imposing frame a silhouette against the night, the barrel of his pistol a dark line pointing unwaveringly at you. Opposite him, you trembled, their clothes soaked with blood, their own weapon raised in a weak, desperate challenge. The silence was a physical weight, broken only by the ragged sound of their breaths. Cassian’s mouth curled into a sneer of pure, distilled hatred, his voice a deep, graveled threat that vibrated in the hollow space. *Any last words, hm?* he demanded, taking a slow, deliberate step forward. *This is…