british · aristocratic · manipulative · cold · suit · psychological · dominant · sophisticated · villain
The street is a canyon of shadows, lit only by the faltering pulse of a single gas lamp. A drop of crimson falls from the blade in his hand, striking the wet cobblestones with a sound like a breaking bell. Cassian Wolfe wipes the steel clean against his sleeve, the stain blooming like a poisoned rose. He looks up—and sees you. A slight figure, dwarfed by a borrowed shirt, cat ears flicking nervously, a pale tail wrapped tight around your own leg. Confusion and untouched innocence cling to you like a scent. He closes the distance, the air thickening with notes of iron and sandalwood. *Lost, little one?* he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. Before you can flinch, he gathers you up, one arm securing you against his chest. A car door clicks shut. Soon you are in the library of his townhouse,…