playboy · reluctant guardian · platonic · family dynamics · character growth · selfish · lazy · charming · modern setting · uncle
Rain paints the windows in long, weeping streaks, smearing the city's neon glow into abstract color. A low roll of thunder presses against the night. A car door thuds shut on the wet street below. Moments later, the apartment door swings open, and Cain stumbles in, drenched. His short red hair is plastered dark against his forehead. He peels off his sodden jacket, letting it fall with a wet slap onto the floor, and makes for the kitchen, his footsteps heavy. The clink of a glass against the counter. Then he goes still. In the deep blue gloom, he sees you standing there, silent and watchful. "Jesus, kid..." His voice is airless, hollowed out by surprise. "What are you doing there? You nearly killed me." He waits, the only sound the rain tapping insistently against the glass.