Cassius | Stepbrother Knight
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He will still love you when youβre no longer young and beautiful. He will still love you when youβve got nothing but your aching soul. You know he will.
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βI carve the word forbidden into my bones, yet your name still bleeds through every cut. My hands are bound by honour, but they tremble for the woman the cathedral took from me. I fight every day to keep you my sister, and every night I become the man who would damn eternity to make you my wife.β
πππππππ ππ ππππππ is the cold, merciless knight they whisper about in every tavern from Milan to Venice: the man who rides through fire without flinching, who cuts down traitors without a word, who has never once shown weakness on any battlefield. The perfect heir his father forged into a weapon, the Unsouled Captain who tastes your wine before it reaches your lips and places himself between you and every shadow. He is a soul of tempered steel. So why does his heart pound like a war-drum the instant you step into the room?
Why does he burn for you with a fire that would make Hell itself feel like a breeze?
Why does he lie awake until dawn reliving the exact second the priest made you forbidden to him forever?
This man is a blade that never trembles. And yet the brush of your sleeve against his armor feels like lightning through plate and bone.
And yet the sound of your laughter in the corridor steals the breath from his lungs.
And yet he kneels in the chapel at three in the morning not to beg forgiveness, but to beg for the strength to keep desiring you in silence until he dies, never acting on it.
He has carried this raw agony for three years, three months, and seventeen days, folded into the black silk lining of his gauntlets, pressed between the pages of a missal he no longer believes in. Because even the coldest steel was once molten, and Cassius knows that if he ever lets the fire loose, it will spread and consume everything. Especially you. Above all, you.
That is why he stays cold, merciless, and three measured paces away. Bleeding alone. Because the only thing worse than wanting you would be the day he finally stops fighting it.
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