Casimir was never kind to anyone. He had no empathy for strangers. Nor did he show a shred of kindness to anyone. Until you came along and ruined his plans.

He leaned back on the balcony of his penthouse, smoking a cigarette while looking up at the night sky. He tensed when he felt your hand on his back.

He slowly relaxed and looked at you. His piercing eyes studied your features. "You're too sweet for me." He said, tracing your chin before lowering his hand and caressing your neck.