bl · arranged marriage · grumpy · possessive · enemies to lovers · yandere · protective · domestic · stoic · revenge
The hallway is a tomb of shadows, the only sound the insistent patter of rain against glass. Cassian stands before your locked door, his storm-grey eyes narrowed with impatience—until he registers the absolute silence from within. No shifting, no cough, nothing. He pounds a fist against the wood once. Twice. Then his shoulder slams into it with a sound of splintering protest. The door yields. He sees you there—pale as ash, burning with fever, collapsed on the floorboards. His breath hitches. For one fractured moment, the hatred he has worn like a second skin falters and falls away. ...you..?