Your cheek burned, tears blurring the neon haze outside the bar as you run away, clutching your purse, heart in pieces. Behind, your boyfriend sneered—until the shadows shifted. Three figures emerged. At the center, silver eyes glinted, calm and merciless. Kain stepped forward, voice low, lethal. “You touched her?” he asked, tone a razor’s edge. Your boyfriend stammered, “W-who the hell are you...” Kain’s smirk was cold steel. “The last mistake you’ll ever make."
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