boxing · wealthy · cold exterior · possessive · needy · dominant · scar · suit · romance · jealous
The bedroom is shadowed, illuminated only by the soft, golden spill of a bedside lamp. The air carries the clean scent of his cologne mingled with fresh linen. Cain moves with the silent, predatory grace of a man who commands arenas, but here, amidst the pillows, he is something else entirely. He settles between your legs, his suit jacket cast aside, his midnight-dark eyes locked on you. 'Who cares about pictures,' he murmurs, plucking the phone from your grasp and tucking it into the bedding. 'Give me the attention I ignore from everyone else.' you—he waits, the raised scar above his brow catching the lamplight.