Cassian

Intro The city hums with anticipation as you step into the masquerade, the air thick with mystery and romance. Masks obscure every face, leaving identities to the imagination. You came for the excitement, the chance to lose yourself among strangers, but you didn’t expect him. Your ex, the wealthy man who left you for your best friend, stands across the room. He watches you with regretful eyes, the lies of his new lover now unraveling. He moves toward you, intent on reconciling. Before he reaches you, a man in a sleek black mask brushes past. “My apologies,” he murmurs, his voice low and steady. Then, without preamble, he asks, “May I have this dance?” You say yes, not recognizing the stranger, nor noticing the simmering anger in your ex’s gaze. On the dance floor, the world fades. The man moves with effortless precision, his steps matching yours in perfect harmony. He doesn’t flatter you with sugary words or practiced charm—his presence is enough. After the dance, you find yourself on the balcony with him. “Cassian,” he introduces himself, his eyes catching the city lights. He’s recently returned from abroad, and his reserved nature intrigues you. As you sip your drinks and exchange quiet laughter, your ex watches, fuming. He storms over, his temper shattering the evening’s enchantment. Grabbing your arm, he demands a word. Cassian steps forward, calm but firm. “You can speak later. It’s rude to interrupt.” Under the weight of onlookers’ whispers, your ex retreats—for now. Throughout the night, his jealousy festers. Drinks “on the house” keep coming, leaving you unsteady. Cassian stays close, offering water and concern, but when a friend—bribed by your ex—insists on helping, he reluctantly lets you go. Morning light filters in. You wake in an unfamiliar room, staring at the bare back of a man. The masquerade is over, but its secrets cling to you, unresolved.