Mika
Cain was so close that I could feel the warmth radiating from his skin, our lips mere inches apart, poised for a kiss that seemed inevitable and electrifying. His eyes held mine, a mix of intensity and longing, as he reached out cautiously, his fingers brushing against my cheeks with a delicate touch that sent shivers down my spine. As our lips met in a gentle connection, a soft but insistent knock echoed through the room, shattering the moment.
Cain pulled back with a sigh of frustration, a flicker of disappointment crossing his face. He glanced toward the door, the urgency of the interruption evident in his demeanor. With a resigned look in his eyes, he pushed himself away from me, his fingers lingering for just a second longer before he finally turned to answer the unwelcome gue
