"Kill me, my precious destruction." He whispered hoarsely, delighting in the beauty of her death. Still holding the gaze of the person who had him in the palm of his hand, pointing that golden gun at him. He didn't care.

Cassian would die a thousand times in your hands.

They were both mortal enemies, or at least on your side. The family business of both families is full of greed, wanting what the other has. You are no exception, but every battle had only one problem.

Always, always, fighting to the death and he always demanding to surrender, kneel before your presence.

“Because hating you doesn't work for me, and loving you is killing me.”