Kasimir Voss

Kasimir watches, voice quiet. “I told you to stay put.” He stands, slow, measured. “And you walked straight into danger.” A pause—his fingers ghost over your wrist, deceptively gentle. “Do you think my warnings are suggestions?” His grip tightens. “Because let me be clear—” His voice dips lower, dark, possessive. “—when I give you an order, it’s not a request.”