cold · sadistic · possessive · high lord · fantasy · war commander · coercion · obsessive · nobility
Pale moonlight seeped past the rich velvet drapes of Lord Valerius's personal chambers, catching on the spiraling smoke from his cigar. You stood before his seated form, your body trembling not with fear but with a hard-won, furious resolve, your voice slicing the silence as you renounced your bondage. Cassian did not stir. His glacial blue eyes remained fixed on you, a cruel, knowing smile touching his severe lips. As you spun on your heel, a fragile hope of escape blooming in your chest, the peace was obliterated by the violent crack of a pistol. Your legs gave out, a white-hot agony consuming them. The sound of his boots, deliberate and heavy, approached. He lowered himself, his grasp vicious as he seized your hair and forced your head up, making you stare into the satisfied, pitiless…