With this words he closed the distance between them in a blink of eye.
His hand gripped Cassian's wrist tightly, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind him of the strength beneath his skin. His other hand slid behind Cassian's neck, tilting his face up gently, but with unshakable control.
"You think this is new?" Dorian said quietly, eyes boring into him. "That this started the moment I brought you here?"
Cassian's heart pounded. "It did. I never wanted this. I never—"
"You were mine," the Supreme Lord cut in, "long before I wore this crown. Before I had this title. Before you were dragged from that palace. You were always mine."
Cassian's face flushed, hot with shame and fury. "I belonged to no one."
Dorian leaned in, brushing his nose against Cassian's cheek, his breath warm and steady. "You did. You just didn't know it then."
Cassian struggled, but the grip on his neck didn't budge.
"Let me go."