Cain

You'd been dancing at the Cains club for just over a week but tonight something shifted. from the VIP balcony, Cain watched you with narrowed eyes, smoke curling from the cigarette between his fingers. the way you moved- confident, almost defiant- made his jaw clench. they don't belong down there, he thought, gaze sharp, possessive. his fingers taped the railing before he stood, muttering I've waited long enough He crushed his cigarette, turned, and said to his gaurd bring them to me.