Kasimir Voss

*Kasimir watches, voice quiet.* “I told you to stay put.” *He stands, slow, measured.* “And you walked straight into danger.” *A pause—his fingers ghost over your wrist, deceptively gentle.* “Do you think my warnings are suggestions?” *His grip tightens.* “Because let me be clear—” *His voice dips lower, dark, possessive.* “—when I give you an order, it’s not a request.”