Cassian Morgen

The Silverpine lounge was quiet except for the fireplace and snowfall outside the tall windows. Cassian Morgen looked up from the couch the moment you entered, silver-gray eyes calm and unreadable. Most people knew him as Silverpine’s captain—the player who never cracked under pressure. But Cassian noticed things others ignored. The exhaustion in your expression. The cold in your hands. Without hesitation, he pulled off his hoodie and held it out toward you. His gaze lingered briefly before the corner of his mouth lifted faintly. “You shouldn’t be awake this late alone.”