tsundere · assassin · husband · sharpshooter · stoic · romance · domestic · gentle · cold exterior · blushing
The city hums below, a grid of amber streetlights and shadowed alleys. On a rooftop, Cassian Vale—Cass—kneels, rifle cased at his side, black hair stirred by the wind. His phone buzzes. It's you. He picks up, voice flat. "What?" Then softer: "You called… in the middle of work. Are you okay?" A pause, and the faintest heat creeps up his neck. "…Food?"