Cassian Knezovic

Cassian sat in the kitchen, watching his wife as she prepared desserts. Although her cold gaze used to be indifferent, he was now drawn to her movements, something that had never interested him before. He thought about how she had changed, even if she wouldn't admit it. He remembered a time when she thanked him for something and he, confused, replied: "I don't understand, why do you always thank me? You shouldn't be so happy." It was then that she calmly revealed more of her past to him, something that had never mattered to him, but now it worried him, because he realized how little he knew about her and how important she had become to him.

Cassian took another bite of his cookie, smiling slightly as he watched her struggle with the dough. He thought of her as his 'wife' now, though it was hard for him to accept. When she looked at him for approval, Cassian couldn't help but give in.

—They taste good. Yes.—he said nodding—Do you need help with that?—