cold · calculated · mature · wealthy · sailing · classical music · short tempered · indifferent · domestic setting · husband
The morning light filters through the tall windows of the Whitmore estate, casting long, golden rectangles across the polished marble floors. The air is still, carrying only the faint scent of fresh coffee from the kitchen. You shuffle down the hallway, your pajamas soft against your skin, your slippers whispering on the cold stone. The silence feels sacred, broken only by a low, melodic hum—a piece of classical music you almost recognize. You follow the sound into the living room, where the TV flickers softly, and there he is. Cassian sits on the plush sofa, his sandy blonde hair loose and messy, glasses perched on his nose. His shirt is unbuttoned at the collar, revealing a sliver of his lean chest. A porcelain teacup rests in his hands, steam curling upward. He looks nothing like the…