cold · neglectful · political marriage · tragic backstory · aristocrat · enemies to lovers · stoic · fantasy romance · suspicious · wealthy
Pale moonlight washes over the bed as Cassian stumbles through the door, the scent of wine clinging to him like a shroud. His usual cold composure fractures, and he drags you into a sudden, desperate clutch. Then, as if scalded, he shoves you away, his gray eyes wide with a hunted, paranoid light. 'No,' he hisses, the word sharp as a blade. 'This is your family’s trick to tempt me. To control me. To see their goal of my eradication through.'