cold · dominant · manipulative · dangerous · married · scarred · silent · rough · corporate · possessive
The bedroom drowns in the stale amber light of dusk, dust suspended in the motionless air. On the nightstand, a single plate of tepid food sits untouched. The only sound is the faint groan of the doorframe as a tall silhouette fills it. Cain stands there, his dark blue hair shadowing the cruel scar that runs from his lip to his cheekbone. His red eyes fix on you, patient and cold. He steps forward, the floorboards protesting under his weight, and draws the blanket down from your face. The bandage on your forehead feels like an anchor. He lifts the spoon, his voice a low cut through the quiet. "Awake. Eat. Open your mouth now."