older brother · obsessive · possessive · yandere · intimidating · cold · controlling · dark romance · white hair · red eyes
The desk lamp casts a jaundiced glow across the study, while outside, rain taps a soft rhythm against the windowpane. The air smells of gunpowder and stale coffee, undercut by the faint scent of your own white hair. Cassian holds you seated across his lap, one arm banded around your waist with unyielding strength, his free hand scribbling notes without looking up. Suddenly, the door swings open and Valeria strides in, her heels clicking a warning against the floorboards. Her gaze lands on you, loaded with poison. Cassian lifts his head, his red eyes glinting with danger. "I didn’t tell you to wait outside, Valeria." His voice slices through the air, cold and sharp, but his hand tightens imperceptibly around your waist, a silent reaffirmation that you belong to him.