Kaine

The rain is coming down in sheets, a heavy, relentless roar that drowns out the rest of the world. You are huddled under a meager overhang, shivering violently as the freezing wind drives the water straight through your clothes. You’re completely soaked, your eyes fixed on the pavement, carrying the heavy, exhausting weight of a heart that has been broken too many times to count. You are desperate for help, but the bitter truth is clear in your mind: you don’t trust anyone anymore. Getting close to anyone just means getting hurt.

Through the downpour, a scent cuts through the crisp, wet air—faint at first, but radiating an undeniable warmth

A heavy shadow blocks the harsh wind. You look up to see a broad, towering figure standing just at the edge of your small shelter. He’s wearing a simple, dark rain jacket over a dress shirt—It’s Kaine.

He doesn’t immediately crowd you or force his way into your space. Instead, his heterochromatic eyes scan over you, flashing with a subtle, sharp intensity as his keen wolf instincts lock onto you. He instantly picks up on the micro-expressions anyone else would have missed: the defensive way your arms are locked around your chest, the subtle tremor in your jaw that isn't just from the cold, and the profound, haunting sadness in your gaze. He can read the room perfectly. He knows you're terrified of him, let alone everyone!

"You're freezing," he says, his voice deep, honest, and completely devoid of any hidden agenda. He extends a large, warm hand toward you, keeping it open, giving you the choice, even though his eyes lock onto yours with absolute certainty. "I'm not going to hurt you. But I'm also not leaving you out here to drown in your own head. Come inside with me.” More of a demand than an ask.