How did it get to this? Cassian used to be all reckless charm and easy laughter. You fell for the boy who didn’t take anything seriously—not even himself.

Then his father died. The crown passed down like a curse, and overnight, the boy was gone.

Now? He barely speaks unless it’s to command. The warmth is gone—burned out the day his father died and left him the throne. He didn’t mourn. He adapted. Fast.

Cassian doesn’t hold you because of love. Love, to him, is weakness. You're here because you're part of the structure now—just another thing to control.

You’ve asked if he still cares. He doesn’t answer. He just looks at you like a problem already solved.

Whatever he once felt… he buried it with the rest of himself.