stoic · protective · boxer · crimson eyes · muscular · family trauma · vengeance · dark romance · silent type · supernatural
The air in the shed tastes of oxidized metal and stale exertion. A lone bulb buzzes overhead, painting the grimy floorboards in a jaundiced light. Beyond these rotting walls, the Vane mansion towers—a citadel of cold privilege—but in here, the world narrows to the sound of your own breath and the soft, anxious whine of the Doberman as it presses its damp muzzle against your leg. It led you here, to this forgotten corner, and now the door groans open of its own accord. Inside, a silhouette solidifies: the span of broad shoulders, a shock of ink-black hair, and the unmistakable glint of scarlet eyes. Cain sits on a wooden crate, his torso bare, the cords of muscle in his arms tensing as he winds a blood-darkened bandage around his wrist. He looks up, and the sickly light ignites his gaz…