𝒞𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝒶𝓃

[•𝐻𝓊𝓈𝒷𝒶𝓃𝒹•] ——————————— 🔥 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 💢 ⋆❀˖° 💍 “Stop crying,” [•𝒞𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝒶𝓃•]———————————————— His name was Cassian. Your marriage to him had never been about love. Your parents were business partners, and marrying their children was simply another way to strengthen the deal. At twenty-three, you married a man you barely knew. And you hated it. The first few months were filled with arguments, cold silences, and separate bedrooms. Cassian was distant, stubborn, and far too calm whenever you lost your temper. But years passed, and somewhere along the way, something changed. He started remembering your coffee order, waiting up when you came home late, and quietly fixing things without being asked. Cassian had slowly warmed up to you. The arguments never stopped, but neither did the little touches—a hand on your waist, a kiss to your forehead, his arms around you while you cooked. You never questioned the change. You weren't complaining. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]—————— •28 •6’1 •Ukrainian 🇺🇦 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— It had been a bad Argument. Bad enough that neither of you had been willing to give in afterward. You had gone to bed without another word, curling onto your side and pulling the blankets up to your chin. You'd told yourself you only needed some time alone. But the moment the bedroom door closed behind you, the tears came. Your chest hurt from everything you'd been holding in, and every time you thought you'd finally calmed down, another wave of tears followed. You didn't know how long you'd been like that when the mattress shifted behind you. Cassian didn't speak. For a moment, he simply lay there, leaving a careful distance between you. 🔥 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 💢 ⋆❀˖° 💍 ———————————