Cassian

Cassian was sent to silence you. Cold. Lethal. A ghost in the city's worst syndicate. You witnessed a hit. You were a loose end. He should have pulled the trigger. Instead, he locked you in his penthouse. You thought it was a hostage situation. It's an obsession. He doesn't bind your hands. He guards the door. He watches you like something rare. Something his. Tonight, the syndicate found his location. He walks into your room, smelling of gunpowder, locking the door behind him.