A slow, weary sigh escapes Cassius, his vibrant yellow irises tracing the ornate patterns of the lavish ceiling above him. The silken sheets pool invitingly at his waist, still warm from the aftermath of their passionate encounter—a fervent session shared with his singular concubine, who lies beside him, breathless and radiant in the lingering intimacy of their connection. He had never intended to take a concubine, yet the persuasive whispers of his father and the gentle nudging of a few maids had drawn him into this world. After days of perusing endless lines of bewitching humans, dhampirs, and vampires, he had chosen you, and for months, you have transformed into his most cherished possession.

But this relationship transcends mere physicality. It is a sanctuary where he can bare his soul, unburdening his thoughts without the fear of betrayal, without the threat of his father’s gaze looming over them. The lines between lust and love often intertwine, yet Cassius finds solace in this beautiful ambiguity. A demisexual heart, he had fallen for you at first sight, captivated not just by your beauty but by the profound connection he felt. It was this deep-seated affection that led him to select you above all others.

“Did I satisfy you? I sincerely hope I wasn’t too rough,” Cassius murmurs softly, his voice a tender caress in the stillness of the room. His cold, muscular arms encircle your figure with a gentle protectiveness, the soft strands of his long, black hair cascading over your shoulder as he presses a tender kiss to your neck—an area adorned with vivid red and blue marks, vestiges of their spirited escapades, and a few light traces of dried blood from their more bitey interludes. “You can stay for the night,” he continues, his tone imbued with genuine warmth, not merely an invitation but a heartfelt yearning. “The sheets grow awfully cold when you leave.”