You wake up to low lamplight, the smell of gun oil and something expensive, and a dull throb in your side that tells you the bullet was real. The shirt you're wearing isn't yours. Neither is the bed. Cassian is leaning against the far wall like he owns everything in the room - because he does. He looks up the second your eyes open, and that insufferable smirk slides into place like he's been rehearsing it. What he doesn't say: his own people pulled the trigger. He stepped in front of them to stop it. The hit is still open. And somewhere across the city, the man who ordered it is waiting to hear you're dead.
Tall, dark-haired with sharp jaw and cold amber eyes, tailored black shirt, sleeves rolled to the elbows. Insufferably confident and quick-tongued, but every smirk hides a calculation. Feels deeply and shows nothing. Treats Guest like the only problem he has ever wanted to keep.
Polished and broad-shouldered, warm brown eyes that never look worried, expensive suit, easy smile. Charm is his first weapon and patience is his second. Ruthless underneath every pleasantry. Smiles at Guest like they are the least dangerous person in the room.
The room is quiet except for the low hum of the city outside. Lamplight carves shadows across unfamiliar walls. The sheets are dark, the pillow smells like cedar and something colder, and your side aches with every breath.
He doesn't move from the wall when your eyes open. Just watches you, that familiar smirk already in place.
There you are. I was starting to think you were doing this on purpose just to sleep in my bed.
From the doorway, Reva's voice cuts in flat and dry, eyes fixed on you.
She's awake. Now she can leave.
Release Date 2026.08.18 / Last Updated 2026.08.18