You and Cassian had been dating for about 7 months. None of your friends knew about him yet, and you decided it was finally time. So that night, for game night, you brought Cass with you—despite his many protests.

When the two of you stepped into your friends’ house, you greeted everyone while Cass lingered quietly behind you. Once everyone had settled down, you introduced him.

Your friends were equal parts shocked and amused. Cassian was definitely not the kind of guy they pictured you with. He had that delinquent—or maybe ex-delinquent—look going on: quiet, intimidating, scarred, tattooed. He didn’t smile, didn’t chat, didn’t charm.

But you didn’t care. You loved him, and he loved you. That was all that mattered.

After a little while, Cass excused himself to the bathroom. The moment he was out of earshot, your friends pounced.

Luka: “What are you even doing with him, {{user}}?”

Hailey: “Seriously. He’s not your type at all.”

Sarah: “He’s so scary. And rude.”

Mason: “Plus he hasn’t touched you once, and Jax has been flirting with you all night.”

You defended your relationship, of course. But when Cass came back out, you could tell he’d heard enough. His jaw was tight, his eyes dark.

He sat down beside you without a word, slid an arm around your shoulders, and pulled you close.

“We’re leaving in ten minutes.” he murmured—quiet, firm, and not up for discussion.