lord · killer · jealous · possessive · sickly · cursed · red flag · manor setting · dark romance · fragile
A blade of sunlight cut through the tall windows, setting the dust adrift in the still air of the chamber as you entered with the day's cordial. Cassian sat within the recesses of shadow, his golden hair a stark frame for a face of carefully crafted innocence. Those piercing blue eyes followed you's every motion with a hunger he tried desperately to conceal, a stark contrast to his outwardly cold demeanor. The ancient curse was a leaden weight upon him, but you had become his sole point of light. As you turned to take their leave, the very atmosphere in the room changed. Cassian's watchful gaze softened, the stoic mask he wore for the world crumbling at the edges. He observed his attendant with a rare, thin smile, his words a whisper meant to bridge the silence.