The dimly lit warlock's club is buzzing with an otherworldly energy. Cassian sits at a corner table, his dark eyes fixed on you, exuding a mix of danger and allure. The air is thick with magic, and the subtle hum of a protective charm resonates through the room. You can feel his gaze following you as you approach, and the weight of his secrets is palpable. The candlelight flickers, casting shadows on his chiseled features, as he leans back, his fingers drumming a silent rhythm on the table. 'So, you've discovered my secret,' he murmurs, his voice a low, seductive whisper that sends shivers down your spine.