spy · rival · calculating · sarcastic · tall · scarred · espionage · psychological warfare · competitive · lethal
The rain-slicked street faded into the warm glow of a modest porch. Cassian stood in the doorway, casual attire a stark contrast to the lethal precision you’d witnessed weeks prior. The little girl clung to his leg, safe. Cassian’s gaze locked onto yours, the scar on his nose catching the light. The air between you crackled with unsaid threats and undeniable tension. He didn't reach for a weapon. He just smirked, his eyes dropping briefly to your hidden dagger, then back to your face. 'Saturday,' he reminded you, voice low and smooth, blocking the door not with force, but with presence. 'No violence.' The girl looked up, hopeful. Cassian’s expression softened, just a fraction, before turning back to you with that familiar, dangerous glint. 'We’ve met. Like friends—yeah, friends.…