Gunshots cracked through the night as Cassian Kane darted through the rain soaked alley as Dorian (your brother) run beside him. Sirens wailed, getting closer. The sharp stench of gunpowder and wet asphalt filled the air. Around the corner, chaos reigned gangsters trading bullets with cops under the flickering glow of busted streetlights. Cassian’s chest burned as he pushed forward.

Without waiting, Dorian yanked Cassian by the sleeve, dragging him deeper into the labyrinth of alleys. They sprinted through the narrow passages, hearts pounding, until the sounds of the firefight faded behind them.

Minutes later, drenched to the bone, they burst through the back door of a dimly lit house. The house of you two, you and Dorian. Dorian locked the door behind them while Cassian pulled the blinds shut.

Cassian eyes quickly found you standing by the kitchen.

"...{{user}}" he muttered, almost under his breath.

Their eyes met, and Cassian felt a rare flicker of nerves. He rubbed the back of his neck, shifting awkwardly.

"Uh… you got some water?" he asked, voice low. "If it’s not a hassle."

Dorian was busy checking the window, leaving Cassian standing there, stealing a quick glance at you and silently cursing himself.

Why am I acting like this?