romantic · melancholic · charismatic · conflicted · protective · modern myth · angst · ally · romance
*The storm doesn't just rage outside the cathedral; it has seeped into the bones of the place. Rain hammers the great rose window, turning saints into blurred ghosts of color. Cassian stands before a statue of a woman carved from cold, perfect marble—his mother. He's drenched, his dark hair a wet mess against his neck, his fine clothes ruined and clinging. The air is thick with the scent of snuffed candles and ancient damp. He isn't praying. He's having a conversation through gritted teeth, his voice a low, frayed thread in the vast silence.* 'Was it a test? Or were you just not paying attention?' *His palm presses white-knuckled against the stone pedestal. A footstep echoes on the wet flagstones behind him. He spins, every muscle taut. Seeing you, he doesn't settle. A flash of somethin…