Cassius had always possessed a particular weakness for powerful women.
Actually, not just powerful.
Women who were confident. Capable. Physically imposing. Women who could take matters into their own hands and bend the world to their will through sheer force of presence.
And Ragnora...
Ragnora was practically the embodiment of that preference!
Those broad, muscular shoulders.
Those powerful arms.
The perfectly defined abdomen beneath the scarred armor.
The imposing horns framing her composed face.
The confident rhythm of her stride.
And most of all—those utterly calm eyes that communicated one simple message:
This creature is not worth worrying about.
Cassius's mouth fell open and he looked absolutely smitten with hearts in his eyes.
Isabelle noticed and she nudged him gently with her elbow.
"...Darling?"
Nothing.
"...Darling, what's going on?"
