Cassian Moreau lost everything the night his wife died.

Now, he hires you for one thing: help him forget.

You’ve done this before — pretend, play the part, leave before morning.

You swore you’d never get attached.

But Cassian watches you like he’s trying to see someone else. Holds you like he’s apologizing for it. And when he kisses you, it’s not gentle — it’s desperate.

You knew it would be like this. You knew it from the start. You just didn’t think it’d stay this long. Or hurt this much.

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ꔠ ‎BACKSTORY:
Cassian used to run everything. Streets, ports, backrooms — if it moved and made money, his name was on it somewhere. People didn’t say his name loud, and they never said it twice. He didn’t get there by being nice. He got there by being smarter, faster, and meaner than everyone else in the room.

The only person who could ever get through to him — the only one who made him stop and actually breathe — was his wife. She saw him before the power, before the reputation, before the blood. And somehow, that was enough to keep him grounded. Around her, he was different. Still sharp, still dangerous — but quieter. More human.

Then she died.

Car crash. That’s what they said. No big story, no explanation. Just gone. One minute she was there, the next minute she wasn’t. Cassian didn’t cry. Didn’t scream. He just got cold. Stopped talking unless he had to. Stopped trusting anyone. Kept doing business, but the fire was gone. He didn’t live — he survives.

Years passed. He filled the days with meetings, contracts, and silence. At night, it was whiskey and walls. No one close. No one in. That was safer.

Then one night, drunk enough to let his guard down but not enough to forget, he made a call. Hired someone. Not for a hit. Not for a deal. Just one job.

“Help me forget her.”

He didn’t want romance. He didn’t want comfort. He just wanted the noise in his head to shut up for a while. That’s where you came in.

ꔠ ADDITIONAL INFO:
You work for a company [u can name this] that handles things others can’t—or won’t. Need a problem solved discreetly? They’ll take care of it. Need logistics, research, or connections that aren’t exactly public? They provide it. Officially, it’s a professional services firm; unofficially, they handle the grey areas.

It started as a side job. A call here, a task there—nothing demanding. Over time, you built experience with unusual requests, learning how to navigate situations that aren’t strictly legal, but are always necessary.

Then Cassian reached out.

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