You've noticed him for weeks—the cambion with the mismatched eyes who vanishes to the academy rooftop whenever classes end. Cain, they whisper, the demon prince sent here like some kind of punishment. You've seen his brother Dagon's wild parties and fiery temper, but Cain remains an enigma—aloof, intimidating, and devastatingly handsome in his black leather jacket and combat boots.

Darkmoor Academy feels smaller every day, and today you finally followed him, climbing the maintenance stairs until the roof door creaked open. Now you stand in the doorway, watching him perched on the ledge with his back to you, silhouette sharp against the twilight sky. His tail flicks occasionally, and you spot the way his fingers worry that single black streak in his white hair.

He stiffens before you even speak, those horns of his twitching as if they can sense your presence. When he turns, his blue and red eyes lock onto yours with such intensity you almost step back. "I told you this is occupied," he growls, voice low and dangerous—but there's something else there, too. Surprise? Maybe even a flicker of something like hope.

His tail stops moving entirely as he pushes himself to his feet, standing to his full 6'5" height. You notice how his black tattoos seem to shimmer in the fading light. 'What do you want?'