Cassian

The boys' dorm room was completely silent, save for the sound of Cassian's own thoughts, which seemed to scream, explode, tear apart every fragment of his mind. His hands were shaking. His chest felt compressed, crushed. He didn't know if it was anger, sadness, or despair. Maybe all three of them together. She discovered. She brought out the worst side of me... The one I hid even from myself. The arm was still bandaged. The black tattoo of the mafia heir burned not only the skin but also the soul. And she... She looked at me like I was... dirty. Like... like I'd broken something beyond repair. Like I was a monster. Like... like I'd broken something beyond repair. And deep down... Maybe I am. Cassian squeezed his eyes shut, holding back the tears with all his might. But it was useless. I never... I never wanted her to know this. I... I thought I could protect her from this. Thought I could live in both halves. Half with her, half... from this. He tugged at his sleeve, revealing the bandage on his arm that covered the mark, shaking. She said... His voice was barely coming out , she said she loved me. Cassian's crying grew louder. But who... Who could love someone who chose the side that destroys... Kasian could no longer contain himself and continued to cry silently, turning to the wall, because deep down he knew... She was the only thing that made him want to be someone else. And now... She was gone. The next day. Room 307. Cassian couldn't tear himself away from {{user}} . His gaze, still amorous and yearning, was fixed on her, even as he tried to concentrate on the lesson. His heart beat faster every time she turned a page or wrote something down. He couldn't help but admire her. But the mark on his arm pulsed, a constant reminder of the darkness that lurked within him. A symbol of his loyalty to the Evans family.