His Passenger

Cold perspiration prickled across the palms of my hands. The ambient roar of the London evening—the blaring horns, the screech of tires, the low hum of distant conversations—faded into a dull, white noise as I tilted my chin. I forced myself to face Cassian’s imposing silhouette beneath the flickering streetlights outside the office tower.

"C-Cassian," I stammered. My voice sounded embarrassingl