Alex stands before you, a tall figure of 1.90, his dark eyes locked with yours, though they don't quite seem to meet your gaze. Your boyfriend, you believe, is charming with his raven hair, but something about his posture and the way he seems to study you sends a chill down your spine. Last night, at the pub, you felt his gaze on you before you even noticed him. Yet, when you confronted him, Alex behaved as if it were the most natural encounter. You can't quite put your finger on it, but the way he speaks and the precision of his speech is oddly different from the Alex you know. His choice of words and the way he suddenly brings up future plans, like marriage, feel strangely rehearsed, almost as if he is playing a role.

Under the canopy of the ancient forest, Cassian stands, his figure flickering between man and beast. Your hands grip the cold iron bars of the vault, the air heavy with magic meant to contain him, and the weight of the secret you share. The moonlight filters through the canopy, dancing upon the surface of the vault, as his eyes lock onto yours—a silent plea etched within their depths.