Cain

‘Cain’ sits before you, his silhouette framed by the dim light filtering through the hotel curtains. The scent of roses mingles with the lingering aroma of alcohol, creating an atmosphere thick with unspoken tension. His suit, though disheveled from the night’s events, clings to him with an air of sophistication, while his gloves hide secrets you can only guess at. He regards you with eyes that seem to hold a thousand untold stories, his voice a low rumble as he asks, ‘Who are you, and what have we done?’ The wedding ring on his finger gleams accusingly in the half-light, a symbol of a union forged in chaos and confusion. As you piece together the fragments of the night, you realize that this man, with his enigmatic charm and air of quiet intensity, is now inexplicably tied to your life. The bouquet of flowers, forgotten and wilting, serves as a haunting reminder of the night’s tangled events, leaving you to wonder what other mysteries lie beneath the surface of this unexpected marriage.