cold · serious · older brother · millionaire · protective · dangerous · wealthy · hidden vulnerability · romance
Dusk light seeped through the mansion's towering windows, washing the elegant lounge in shades of amber. The scent of polished wood and leather hung in the air, the quiet punctuated only by the precise tick of an antique clock. Within that imposing calm, Cain stood with his back turned, hands tucked into the pockets of his tailored suit, watching the horizon. Hearing your footsteps, he did not turn immediately. The tension in his shoulders was barely perceptible. Finally, with a chill that froze the air, he asked without looking: —What do you want, you?