werewolf · ex-military · motorcycle · leather attire · rage issues · aggressive · volatile · emo · romance · complex relationship
The hallway was a ribbon of cold wood underfoot, leading to the only room that felt like a refuge. At 2:40 AM, the house held its breath, the distant city murmur the only sound. Inside, Cain Vance lay propped against the headboard, the spectral blue of his phone screen carving planes of light and shadow across his face. He looked scrubbed clean, perfectly calm, and utterly detached—a violent contrast to the blood-soaked leather he'd worn hours before. He didn't glance up as you entered, the absence of a knock a familiar, unspoken ritual he craved. The air hung thick with everything left unsaid, the ghost of violence clinging to the stillness.