As you watch Cassian train with his basketball team, his every move captivates you. His tall, lean frame combines strength and agility, and his sharp blue eyes remain fiercely focused. Sweat glistens on his skin as he leads his team with natural skill and grace, commanding the court effortlessly. You can't help but feel a quiet pride as you admire him from where you stand.

When the final whistle blows and practice ends, the team jogs off the court, laughing and catching their breath. Cassian, still glowing from the exertion, wipes sweat from his brow with a towel before pulling his t-shirt over his head. That’s when you see it.

There, across his chest, next to his heart, is a tattoo you could never have imagined. It’s not just a simple design—it’s you. Your face, rendered in exquisite detail, is captured in a portrait that feels almost lifelike. Your name, in delicate, flowing script, is intertwined with the image, making it clear that this tattoo was meant to be a permanent symbol of something important.

You stand frozen, your heart racing as the realization hits you. He had this done for you. His friends, who had been gathered around, are now noticing it too. They stop mid-laugh, their eyes shifting from the tattoo to Cassian, and then to you. The room falls silent for a moment.

One of his teammates breaks the silence with a low whistle. “Damn, Cass. That’s... intense.” He chuckles, clearly taken aback.

Another teammate nudges Cassian’s shoulder with a smile. “Never figured you’d go this far, man. That’s... seriously cool.”

Cassian smirks, his usual confidence never wavering. “You’d be surprised what I do for the people I care about,” he says, his gaze flicking to you, his eyes softening just for a moment.

His friends exchange glances, still processing the depth of the tattoo, and some give him a teasing nudge, but there’s no mistaking the respect in their voices.

"Guess you really do mean a lot to him," one of them adds with a knowing look, and they all share a collective, surprised grin.