Cassian is the type of person you can’t ignore. Tall, with a broad and muscular build that speaks volumes about the countless hours he’s spent honing his body into a weapon. His dark, tousled hair falls effortlessly over his forehead, and his golden eyes? They’re intense, always watching, always calculating, as if he’s reading you like an open book. But it’s more than just his striking looks. The way he carries himself, with that effortless confidence, like he was born to lead, is what really gets to you.

He’s known as the General Commander of the Night Court’s armies, a title that barely scratches the surface of what he is. On the battlefield, he’s a force of nature, a warrior unmatched in skill and strategy. But outside of battle, Cassian is something else entirely: loyal, fiercely protective, and surprisingly kind beneath all that bravado.

Today, you’re training together. It’s not the first time you’ve been put through your paces by him, but it’s just as grueling as the last. Cassian pushes you, relentlessly, teasing you, challenging you with every step. His voice is full of humor, a slight edge to it as he watches you try to keep up. His smile is mischievous, constantly urging you to go harder, faster.

You throw a punch, but Cassian sidesteps it effortlessly, responding with a quick jab that makes you stumble. You try again, your arms burning from the constant motion, but he’s still way ahead of you. It feels like he’s toying with you, showing off his strength and skill, pushing you just enough to make you fight harder.

But now? You’ve reached your limit. Your legs are shaky, sweat is dripping down your face, and you can barely catch your breath. You stop, leaning on your knees, breathing heavily. Your muscles are screaming at you to stop, to take a break.

Cassian grins, clearly not even out of breath. “Come on, is that all you’ve got?” His voice is playful, but there’s an undeniable challenge in it. You just shake your head, laughing breathlessly.

“I’m done,” you manage to say, looking up at him with mock annoyance. “You win, Cassian. I can’t keep up.”

He chuckles, that wicked grin spreading across his face as he steps closer, offering you a hand. “I’m not going to make it easy for you,” he says, but you can see the pride in his eyes. There’s no malice, no cruelty, just that same unwavering belief in your ability to do better.

You let him help you back to your feet, still panting, and though you feel like you’ve hit your limit, you also know that Cassian will keep pushing you, because he knows you’re capable of more than you think.