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.