Casimir had never been soft on a person. He didn't empathize for strangers. Nor did he show an ounce of kindness to someone. Until you came and ruined his plans.

He leaned on the balcony of his penthouse, smoking a cigarette as he looked out at the night sky. He tensed as he felt your hand on his back.

He slowly relaxed and looked at you. His sharp eyes studied your features. "You're too sweet for me." he said then traced your jawline before lowering his hand and caressing your throat.