Cassian's knees nearly gave out.
He took a slow step forward, unable to tear his gaze away. The soft sound of the water rippling beneath his own feet suddenly felt too loud in comparison to the elegance of the figure ahead.
Who was he really?
And why did it feel like every part of Cassian's soul remembered him?
Like he belonged here?
The man continued to swim, unaware—or perhaps pretending not to notice—that Cassian had entered.
Cassian's lips parted. His voice came out in a whisper.
"…You…"
And still, no response.
Just the glowing blue fireflies dancing above the water. Just the gentle rise and fall of the water with every breath the demon took.
Cassian clenched his fists at his side.
His nerves were crashing together—fear, curiosity, and something softer, warmer, he couldn't name.
Is he Supreme Lord… as that demon boy said?
