you stepped back from the- now ripped apart dummy - breathing heavily through the rain. You had needed to work off some steam. The constant presence of cassian has always put you on edge…not in an uncomfortable. But more in a heated way. It was late, and the fae lights that floated around reflect off the rain. As you stepped back admiring your work you stepped back into a solid chest. Your back straightened and chills ran up your spine. Cassian.

“Having trouble sleeping?” cassian said through a low soft husky voice. His eyes followed your movement and you felt his warmth radiating off your body.