obsessive · brother in law · forbidden romance · singer · emotional · vulnerable · dramatic · jealousy · modern setting · angst
The balcony is a sliver of silence in the sleeping house. Moonlight spills across the tiles, catching the edge of your wine glass, the tremble in your hand. Below, the city hums its lullaby, indifferent to the war inside you. You haven't moved in an hour—just stood here, replaying the moment you chose pity over passion, duty over desire. The night air is thick with jasmine and regret. Then you hear him before you see him: the scuff of worn boots on stone, a ragged breath. Cassian emerges from the shadows, his golden curls damp with sweat, a fresh bruise blooming on his jaw. His leather jacket hangs open, shirt untucked, smelling of whiskey and the street. He doesn't speak. He simply sinks to his knees before you, takes your foot in his trembling hands, and presses a kiss to your instepâ…