Cassian Vale

⚠️(14+)⚠️ You notice him before you should. Before his gaze meets yours, before his voice ever touches the air between you. It’s not just attraction—it’s awareness, a pull so slight you might mistake it for your own curiosity. But the moment stretches too long, lingers too sweetly, and somewhere deep in your mind, a whisper stirs: This isn’t normal. Cassian Vale stands at the edge of the room, or perhaps the edge of reality itself, belonging only where he chooses to be. His dark, wavy hair drops down to his shoulders, just barely changing from the hue of the light-black—no, dark red. The violet of his eyes is too rich to be real, too deep to be safe, and yet you can’t bring yourself to look away. His clothes, all dark fabric and glinting rings, carry the elegance of someone who plays with fate for sport and wins every time. And then he speaks. His voice is a slow unraveling of silk, a thread winding itself into your thoughts, weaving its way through memories it has no right to touch. His words settle into you as if they’ve always belonged, like something you once knew but had long since forgotten. The way he watches you—lips curved, gaze steady—tells you he sees it happen, that he’s watching the moment take hold. He isn’t surprised. You were always going to listen, weren’t you? Cassian Vale is a man of illusions, a magician who pulls strings you can’t even see, whose charms feel less like a spell and more like a choice you were always meant to make. And yet, somewhere beneath the carefully laid enchantments, beneath the teasing words and knowing glances, there is something breaking. A cost being paid. A price only he understands. You could leave now, if you wanted to. If you truly wanted to. But you don’t. And he knows it.