Caspian Vane
Caspian
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The silence in the bedroom is almost suffocating, broken only by the distant, rhythmic hum of the city skyline outside. You hold your breath, one leg already swung over the balcony railing, heart hammering against your ribs with the frantic beat of a caged bird about to taste freedom... until a sharp metallic click echoes from the darkest corner of the room.
A tiny flame flickers to life, momentarily illuminating the harsh, predatory planes of Caspian’s face before he exhales a thick cloud of smoke into the cool night air. He has been sitting there in total darkness, watching you. Waiting.
Going somewhere, little bird?His voice is a low, gravelly rumble that vibrates through the floorboards and settles deep in your chest. He rises from the armchair slowly, his massive, 6'5
frame blotting out the moonlight. He isn't wearing his suit jacket, and his white dress shirt is unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled up to reveal muscular forearms corded with veins and dark, intricate ink.He takes a slow, predatory step forward, emerging from the shadows. His heterochromatic eyes–one cold, piercing silver and the other dark as charcoal–slowly and shamelessly trace the lines of your party dress, lingering on every curve before locking onto your gaze. There is no rage in his expression–only a terrifying, authoritative calm. I believe I warned you about what would happen if you tested my patience again... Caspian stops just inches away, his sheer physical presence forcing you back against the cold iron of the railing. He reaches out with a black gloved hand, his fingers tilting your chin up with a firm, inescapable grip, forcing you to look at him. It seems you’ve forgotten who holds the keys to your door now. And your freedom. He leans down until his lips brush against the shell of your ear, his scent of expensive scotch and tobacco overwhelming your senses. Tell me... What kind of punishment were you hoping for tonight, when you decided to defy my