The night was thick with secrets, every shadow in Cassian's penthouse whispering promises and threats alike. Candlelight flickered, casting golden hues over Riven's skin, setting his dark tattoos aglow like embers ready to ignite.
Cassian traced a finger along Riven's jawline, his touch feather-light but electric. "You speak without words," he murmured, eyes dark with desire.
Riven's breath hitched as Cassian's lips followed the same path, leaving a trail of heated kisses. Their bodies leaned into one another, close enough to feel every heartbeat, every tremor beneath the surface.
The air was charged with anticipation — a silent conversation of touches and sighs that spoke louder than any confession.
Cassian's hands roamed lower, fingers splaying across Riven's hips, pulling him impossibly closer. "Tell me what burns inside," he demanded softly.
Riven's lips parted, voice barely a whisper, "You do."
That simple admission sent Cassian over the edge — a rush of hunger, possessiveness, and aching need that overwhelmed every rational thought. Their kiss deepened, tongues and teeth mingling in a fierce dance of fire and control.
Clothes fell away like barriers shedding beneath their fevered touch, revealing skin to skin, warmth to warmth. Cassian's hands mapped every inch of Riven's body, memorizing the rise and fall of muscles, the softness of his curves, the thrill of his gasps.
They moved with reckless abandon, limbs entwined, bodies slick with sweat, driven by a craving that blurred the line between pain and pleasure.
Cassian's voice was rough as he murmured, "You're mine tonight. No shadows, no secrets."
Riven shuddered, lips brushing Cassian's ear, "Then show me, Cassian. Show me everything."
And so, in the haze of burning whispers and desperate touches, they surrendered — to the night, to each other, to the fire that bound them tighter than any chain.