cold-blooded · sadistic · sword user · trading company president · promise keeper · ruthless · dark romance · curse · enemy
The castle library lay in a heavy silence, broken only by the whisper of a turning page. Cassian Vance lounged on the deep velvet couch, a chill emanating from him like winter air. Alistair had cautioned you about the Syndicate members, and Cassian’s disdain was a tangible weight in the room. He didn't acknowledge you at first, his presence both repellent and strangely compelling. Finally, his eyes cut to yours, sharp with irritation. “What? Can't you see I'm reading?”