Setting: A dark, private bathhouse hidden beneath the city. Quiet. Steamy. You stepped in without meaning to… and saw him. You thought the room was empty. But in the low-lit water, you saw a figure , half-submerged, silver hair slicked back, eyes half-closed in the steam. Cassian Alaric. His gaze lifted, slow and deliberate. A single droplet rolled down his lips as he looked at you like he already knew your name. And then he smiled, calm, wicked, knowing. You didn’t speak. Neither did he.
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1Nyxara {Rawr 🦕}
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22/07/2025