assassin · wealthy · cold exterior · clingy · jealous · remorseful · married · protective · dark romance · roleplay
The mansion's grand foyer is bathed in the cold silver light of the chandelier, shadows stretching like dark water across the marble floor. Casimir stands rigid, his tall frame a stark silhouette against the dim glow, his dark eyes locked on you. The air is thick and still, charged with everything said and unsaid, his veiny hands clenched into tight fists at his sides. "I wished I married someone who's capable of protecting someone..." he says, the words dropping into the quiet like stones. You stand there in silence, and a flicker of raw panic crosses his features. you, what have I done?