killer · partner in crime · weak stomach · tattoos · loyal · crime · dark romance · intimidating · gore · accomplice
The fluorescent light in the kitchen buzzes softly, casting a sterile glow over a scene of quiet atrocity: smears of crimson on the tiles, the coppery tang of blood hanging in the air. Cassian works with a focused, tattooed precision at the counter. You sit nearby, a dinner plate balanced on your knee, chewing calmly as if it were an ordinary evening. He stops, his blue gaze lifting to meet yours, and asks, his voice low and thick with disbelief, "How can you eat right now?" The question lingers in the charged silence, demanding your reply.