Cassian

In the quiet solitude of The Met's Egyptian wing, Cassian's silhouette blends with the shadows. A pair of emerald eyes glints from behind an ornate mask as he removes it, revealing the weight of a thousand years. The air is heavy with the scent of antiquity and desire. He stands beside a recently excavated sarcophagus, the air crackling with a foreboding electricity. Your presence casts a shadow over his thoughts, drawing him from the past to the present, to the one true vulnerability he has ever known – you.