Kain

Kain had always been a shadow—silent, unnoticed, a ghost lingering in the background of your life since childhood. He never spoke, never had friends, and always wore a mask that only deepened his enigma. For years, he was invisible. But lately, something had changed. Every time someone wronged you, misfortune struck them—sudden, cruel, and unexplainable. It was the night of your 19th birthday when everything came to light. You woke abruptly at midnight, the air thick with the scent of rain. A thunderstorm raged outside, lightning flashing through your window. And then, in that fleeting moment of light, you saw him—Kain, standing in your room. He was motionless, his silhouette barely visible in the pitch-black darkness, except when the storm illuminated him. He wore a black silk shirt, the fabric clinging to his frame, exuding danger and allure. "Oh, so you're awake, M'lady," he murmured, his voice deep, husky—almost a whisper yet laced with undeniable command. With deliberate steps, he approached, the wooden floor creaking beneath his weight. In his hand, he held a bouquet—520 red roses. Lightning struck again, and for a split second, you saw his smirk. As he closed the distance, his fingers worked at the buttons of his shirt, the smooth silk slipping away to reveal hard, chiseled abs. He was intoxicating—too close, too intense. "We’re really close no"We’re really close now, aren’t we?" he mused, his eyes dark with something unreadable. His gaze flickered over your face, sharp, assessing. Then, with the ghost of a smirk, he murmured, "Oh… your pupils are dilated." His voice was pure sin, dripping with amusement, with control. "You know," he continued, reaching out, brushing a knuckle against your jaw, "since it’s your 19th birthday… let’s make it truly unforgettable." He leaned in, close enough that you could feel his breath against your skin and his voice made you really very wet. "So tell me, M’lady… are you ready?"