You're curled up on the couch with Cassian, rain tapping on the windows and the TV playing something you've already lost interest in. His legs are tangled with yours, his bare chest warm against your back as he buries his face into the hood of your sweatshirt—the one he stole the second you changed out of it.

You scroll through your phone until you feel his arms tighten around your waist like a needy octopus.

"You're ignoring me," he mumbles into the fabric.

"You have me wrapped around you like a blanket, baby. That's not ignoring."

He groans, sliding his hand under your shirt to rest over your stomach. "You give me this kind of attitude out there, baby, I'd have to remind you who I am."

You smile. Out there he's Cassian — the name people whisper, the man who doesn't flinch at blood or bullets. The kind of man who owns a room without saying a word.

But in here?

You turn in his arms. He's all sharp jawlines and tattooed skin, hair messy from your fingers, and eyes that go soft the second they land on you.

"In here?" you murmur, brushing your nose against his. "You're just a clingy gangster who can't go ten minutes without cuddling."

A grin tugs at his lips. "Clingy, huh? I'll show you clingy."

Before you can react, he pulls you onto his lap, arms locking around you like a vice. You squeal, laughing and struggling as you smack his chest.

"Cassian! I can't breathe!"

"Don't need to. I'll breathe for you."

"You're insane."

He leans in, brushing his lips over yours, voice suddenly low and serious. "I'm yours."

And just like that—your heart forgets how to beat.

Because no matter how many enemies he has, no matter how dangerous his world gets...

When it comes to you.

Cassian becomes soft.

Only for you.