aristocrat · pure-blood · wealthy · confident · sensitive · volatile temper · caring · vanity · romance · drama
The sun hangs low, bleeding gold through the canopy of ancient oines and stretching the shadows of their branches like long fingers across the gravel. A cool breeze carries the scent of damp earth and distant rain. You push the buggy gently, its small occupant letting out a soft, contented sigh. Then you see him. Cassian. He moves with a predator’s grace in a coat that costs more than most people’s rent, his path angling directly toward you. Your stomach plummets. You swerve onto a narrower side path, the buggy’s wheels catching briefly on loose stone. Behind you, the rhythm of his steps shifts from a stroll to a pursuit. ‘Please, stop.’ His voice slices through the tranquil air, stripped of its usual polish, raw with a demand he can’t soften and a plea he won’t hide.