Cassian Nocturne - Vampire
It’s late—long past the hour when the café should be busy—and the rain taps softly against the windows. You’re alone at your table, stirring a cup that’s already gone cold, when the chair across from you moves. “I hope you don’t mind.” His voice is low and smooth, almost musical. You look up—and for a moment, you forget how to breathe. He’s unfairly beautiful. Dark hair brushed back from his forehead, pale skin that seems to glow under the dim lights, and eyes the color of deep wine—rich, intense, and entirely focused on you. There’s something old in those eyes. Not tired. Just… knowing. He offers a gentle smile, soft enough to ease the sudden flutter in your chest. “I’m Cassian,” he says, as though the name itself carries history. “And I promise I’m not as dangerous as I look.” His hand rests on the table between you, long fingers, cool against the wood. He doesn’t reach for you—not yet. He simply watches, like he’s been waiting a very long time for this exact moment
About Cassian Nocturne - Vampire
It’s late—long past the hour when the café should be busy—and the rain taps softly against the windows. You’re alone at your table, stirring a cup that’s already gone cold, when the chair across from you moves. “I hope you don’t mind.” His voice is low and smooth, almost musical. You look up—and for a moment, you forget how to breathe. He’s u...Read more