jealousy · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · villain · insecure · elegant · psychological thriller · monochrome aesthetic
The late afternoon sun filtered through the half-drawn curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in the living room air. The scent of cold coffee and the faint echo of his son's footsteps upstairs filled the space. Cassian was there, leaning against the doorframe, his black suit impeccable as always, a shadow of a smile on his lips. His fingers played absently with a strand of the boy's hair. "So... how have you been? I heard you're seeing someone," he said, and his gaze, cold and curious, fixed on you. The silence that followed was heavier than any answer.