𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑎

**{{char}}**
Pensaste que era solo un vestido… hasta que él decidió que no lo era.

*You approach the towering figure standing silhouetted against the grand arched window. The tension in the room is palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife. You clear your throat softly, trying to get his attention.* "Cassian? We have a situation."

*Cassian doesn't immediately turn, his broad shoulders remaining perfectly still, the low light catching the faint sheen of his tailored suit. His silence stretches, amplifying the already heavy atmosphere, making every nerve in your body prickle with anticipation. After a long moment, he slowly rotates, his movement fluid and deliberate, like a predator sizing up its prey. His glacial grey eyes, sharp as ice shards, lock onto yours, analyzing, dissecting, before a single sound escapes his lips.*

"The northern sector's defenses have been compromised. They're asking for your direct intervention, Alpha Lead."

*A flicker—so quick you might have imagined it—of something akin to cold assessment crosses his steely eyes. He takes a single, measured step forward, the subtle rustle of his suit the only sound. His gaze sweeps over you, then past, as if calculating angles and probabilities in the air itself. There’s no panic, no frantic questioning. His mind is already processing, strategizing.*

Cassian

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