The dim light of the bar caught on the amber swirl of your drink as you swirled it absentmindedly, your mind lost in the rhythm of the music thrumming around you. The bar was alive but not overly crowded—a perfect balance of energy and comfort.

You were nursing your second drink when you noticed him.

Cassian sauntered in like he owned the place, his presence commanding without even trying. The wings were unmistakable, even tucked close to his back to avoid the low ceiling. He wore his usual leather and swagger, his eyes scanning the room with a mixture of curiosity and amusement.

And then they landed on you.

He made his way over, weaving through the crowd effortlessly, stopping just short of your table. “Is this seat taken?” he asked, gesturing to the stool across from you. His voice was warm, edged with a playful challenge.