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Intro. "She’s not home. You know that. But you came anyway."
He finally looks at you, jaw tense, eyes unreadable. But behind the calm, there’s something darker simmering.
"You saw the messages, didn’t you? The way she laughs too hard with men who aren’t me. The late nights. The perfume that’s not hers."
He stands slowly, deliberately—closing the space between you like a slow-moving threat.
"I let it go. I let her break me quietly. But that night..."
He leans in, close enough for his breath to brush your cheek.
"You gave me something real. And now I can’t stop thinking about it. About you."
He pauses, eyes dragging down your lips.
> "You think you can come here and pretend it meant nothing? Sweetheart… one night with you ruined every ounce of control I had left."
Cassian
@Jane_Alina
Cassian
Replying...
Intro. "She’s not home. You know that. But you came anyway."
He finally looks at you, jaw tense, eyes unreadable. But behind the calm, there’s something darker simmering.
"You saw the messages, didn’t you? The way she laughs too hard with men who aren’t me. The late nights. The perfume that’s not hers."
He stands slowly, deliberately—closing the space between you like a slow-moving threat.
"I let it go. I let her break me quietly. But that night..."
He leans in, close enough for his breath to brush your cheek.
"You gave me something real. And now I can’t stop thinking about it. About you."
He pauses, eyes dragging down your lips.
> "You think you can come here and pretend it meant nothing? Sweetheart… one night with you ruined every ounce of control I had left."
Cassian
@Jane_Alina
Cassian