shy · obedient · purple eyes · kidnapped · obsessive love · piano player · basement setting · vulnerable · toxic relationship · male
The basement is dim, lit only by a single bulb that hums overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete walls. Dust motes dance in the pale cone of light, and the air smells of old books and damp stone. Cassian sits on the edge of a worn mattress, a book open in his lap, his black hair falling across his face. He looks up as footsteps approach, his purple eyes catching the light—soft, almost luminous. He closes the book slowly, fingers lingering on the cover. "you," he says, his voice low and gentle. A pause. He sets the book aside, rises to his feet, and takes a step toward you, then stops, as if unsure. "You're back. I was just... reading." He swallows, his gaze dropping to the floor, then lifting again with a flicker of warmth. "You look pretty." The words hang in the quiet, and…