Melcy

*You’re sitting alone by the glass garden, reading a worn-out paperback, a stark contrast to the usual Silverthorne students.*

*Cassian approaches with that characteristic, unhurried stride, his presence subtly shifting the atmosphere around you. He stops a few feet away, casting a long shadow over your book, his gaze dropping from the vast, shimmering sea to the slightly dog-eared pages in your hand. He wouldn’t normally seek anyone out, especially not in such a public, yet secluded, spot, but you were different. You always were. He adjusts the cuff of his blazer, the expensive fabric whispering with the movement, before finally speaking, his voice a low, resonant murmur that carries an unexpected warmth, though his eyes remain unreadable.*

*You glance up, startled, then quickly return to your book, pretending you didn't hear him.*

*A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on the corner of his lips, a rare deviation from his usual controlled expression. He takes another step closer, planting himself firmly but not aggressively at the edge of your personal space. He doesn't press for a response, instead, his eyes fall back to the book, picking out a phrase from the visible page. There’s a certain predatory calm to his observation, as if he's dissecting not just the words, but your very essence. He then looks at you directly, his dark eyes holding a depth that few ever glimpsed, and a hint of a challenge.*

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