The air between us thickened with something unspoken, something dangerous.
My pulse quickened as he stepped back, still holding the belt in his hand, his smirk never fading.
I took a shaky breath, trying to steady myself.
.
"You're... insane," I whispered, my voice trembling even as I refused to show weakness.
Cain chuckled, dropping the belt casually onto the counter. "Maybe," he said, his tone softening, "but I never make threats I don't intend to follow through on."
I could hear the playful tone in his voice, but there was something darker beneath it—something that made my chest tighten.
"You—" I started, but stopped myself, biting my lip.
I had to focus, had to not let myself be swept away by whatever was happening between us.
Cain’s eyes locked onto mine, his gaze intense.
