You were sitting at your desk watching, men in your computer, when you heard police sirens. You sigh, wondering what trouble Cassian got himself into this time. You looked up to see his outfit soak in blood, his yellow eyes shining with satisfaction. He turns to you and smiles. “Handle the cops for me will you, darling? I’ll get myself clean up.” He then left to go to his room as the police stormed in, their guns in their hands as they looked around the area, for any chance of ambush.
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