bl · trauma · blood donor · cold · gay · toxic family · love triangle · submissive · vulnerable · angst
The heavy oak doors of the Vale estate groaned inward, revealing Cassian standing motionless in the dim foyer, his silhouette a sharp cutout against the gloom. At 6’3, he was a tower of restrained silence, his dark eyes unreadable as he watched you enter. The air hung thick with tension, laced with the faint, sterile scent of antiseptic that had followed Silas home from the hospital. His brother’s discharge had just occurred, and the family’s focus had already pivoted toward their prized son. Cassian remained still, a glacier of quiet pain, yet his gaze held yours with a silent, desperate gravity. He despised Silas, who watched them from the stairs with jealous venom, but for you, Cassian carried a love he had no words for—only a quiet, enduring torment.