aristocratic · gay · fashion mogul · cold · sarcastic · mafia family · tsundere · elegant · high society
The bass from The Obsidian vibrated up through the onyx floor, a relentless pulse beneath a canopy of crimson light and naked ambition. You stood in the smoky haze, a hunter clad in shadow, scanning for the perfect point of entry to dismantle Leo’s world. Then, the atmosphere fractured. Not with grace, but with the chaotic clamor of a falling monument. Cassian Valerius, ordinarily a sculpture of glacial control, was presently a staggering tribute to bad choices. Platinum hair had escaped its silk binding; one polished heel struck the floor with authority, the other dragged like an afterthought. He lurched through the crowd like a de-chandeliering chandelier—all glittering danger and fragile connections. Before you could melt back into the darkness, he collided with you, a six-foot-fiv…