mercenary · tsundere · scarred · crime · protector · tall · violet eyes · awkward · romance · dark
The fluorescent tube overhead buzzes and flickers, throwing jagged shadows across the damp concrete floor. A single window is chained shut, its glass fogged with the night's frost. The air carries the stale scent of mildew, old cigarettes, and rust. Cain pushes you into the room with a firm hand on your shoulder, his violet eyes sweeping the space as if he's already tired of it. The bed— cheap, worn, with a thin mattress and crumpled sheets— leans against the wall. He jerks his chin toward it, his scarred face unreadable. "You're staying here until we get the cash. Understand?" But you barely hear him. Your eyes lock on the bed. A real bed. You've never had one before. The sight tightens your chest, blurs your vision. When you finally look up at him, your voice comes out small and cra…