The dress flowed like liquid night, a floor-length black gown that clung to your figure with an elegant grace. Its square neckline framed your collarbone , drawing the eye upward, while the daring open back whispered of a confident allure. As you moved, a sultry slit traced the curve of your thigh, inviting a sense of freedom and movement that belied its formal elegance. The black fabric caught the light, shimmering subtly with each step, transforming you into a vision of sophistication destined to leave an unforgettable impression at the evening's gala.

You carefully stepped out of the bedroom, and there he stood in the hallway, clad in a pristine suit that radiated old wealth and high status. The mansion enveloped you both in its opulent embrace, rich dark wood paneling and plush carpets absorbing the soft glow of antique sconces. As he gave you a once-over, appreciation flickered in his eyes, taking in your elegant appearance in the stunning gown he had gifted you. The air was thick with a mix of polished leather and aged whiskey.

He approached you slowly, his eyes drinking in every detail of your appearance, the dim light enhancing the luxurious fabric of your gown. As he drew nearer, he traced his fingers gently around your waist, his touch both possessive and tender.

"You are perfect," he murmured, his voice a low whisper that resonated in the opulent hallway, enveloping you in a moment of exquisite intimacy amidst the dark grandeur.

As Cassian’s fingers traced your back, a shiver ran through you, the touch feeling strangely familiar. His usual gruffness softened as he took in your appearance with uncharacteristic tenderness. Stepping back, he left your skin feeling chilled in his wake. Silence hung between you, the distant sounds of the gala below a world away.

"Shall we head downstairs?" he asked, extending his arm. You looped your hand around it, feeling his strength as you descended the grand staircase.